If there were a savior in this world, it would be the one and only savior.
If there were a true god in this world, it would be the one and only true god.
The applause continued.
"Sister Tingting is so amazing, really amazing."
A group of children looked up to Tingting in admiration. Just now, Sister Tingting had recited an essay in one go, without a single mistake, and she even explained the meaning of the essay very clearly.
In the hearts of these young children, Sister Tingting was the best.
Tingting bowed to the parents sitting down below, then stepped off the stage, and as she passed by Feifei, she clenched her fist, "Sister Feifei, good luck."
Feifei blinked her eyes, looking quite bewildered. She had taken the announcement of the first reading event to heart, but when she wanted to read, she found it was a bit late and fell asleep in a daze, completely unprepared. Seeing how well Tingting performed, the pressure on her soared instantly.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Feifei walked to the center with a nervous heart, looking at all the hopeful eyes, she felt timid, and her mind went blank as she didn’t know what to do.
Li Mei covered her forehead down below, knowing all too well what her daughter was capable of. Where had she read any books? The only thing she probably knew by heart were the incantations from ’Barbie Fairytopia.’
"Uncles and aunties, grandpas and grandmas, I will now recite... recite a poem for everyone."
Feifei racked her brain and finally remembered which poem to recite. It had to be simple, easy to memorize. Luckily, she had memorized some poems back when she was studying and still remembered them to this day.
She cleared her throat and raised her head.
"The bright moonlight before my bed, I suspect is frost on the ground. I look up to the mountain moon, lower my head and think of home. This poem is called..."
Suddenly, Feifei was a bit stunned. She remembered the lines very clearly but had forgotten what the poem’s title was.
At that moment, Feifei felt an urge to cry. Why is it always me who gets hurt? So many adults are watching me; I am also a good sister to the children of Sunshine District, I can’t lose face .
Huang An’an, who was hung outside the building to attract zombies, thought to herself, "Sister Feifei, it’s called ’Quiet Night Thoughts.’
"That’s right, ’Quiet Night Thoughts.’ This poem expresses the poet’s longing for his hometown. Thank you, everyone, my recitation is now over."
Feifei wanted to find a crack to hide in. She hadn’t expected to be outperformed even by a seven-year-old, Huang An’an.
Lin Fan smiled and clapped his hands, "Well done, Feifei. You recited it so well."
Everyone else also applauded. In their eyes, such an activity was not a competition but something that could bring joy to everyone, to let those who were alive know for whom to strive. These children were the hope of the future; they were supposed to live carefree and beautiful lives.
Not to be overshadowed by the disaster of the apocalypse like them.
As they thought this.
Lin Fan felt the same way. He looked at each and every youthful face, recalling the laughter and chatter of children on the streets of Huang City, sharing an ice-pop bought together, how harmonious and wonderful that scene was, it would even bring a smile to his face when he saw it.
On the rooftop of a tall building.
Lin Fan sat at the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling, gazing into the distance at everything, his hometown where he had lived for twenty years.
Next to him were two fireworks.
He took a lighter from his pocket and lit the fuse.
The rumbling sound echoed in the sky.
He smelled the scent of gunpowder and watched the restless zombies in the streets.
"A new round of clearance begins now. You zombies, I am serious now."
These zombies had no rationality. They would devour all life, wanting to turn the once-prosperous Huang City into a Zombie Kingdom, with not a single sign of life, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.
The number of zombies in the streets continued to increase.
In his field of vision, he saw several Evolutionary Zombies: some were strength-based, some were self-destructive, and some were speed-based.
"The increasing number of Evolutionary Zombies after thunderstorms is a sign of crisis."
The fireworks resounded over the desolate city skyline.
Once, fireworks represented celebration and joy. Now, the fireworks also symbolized the rebirth of Huang City, representing Lin Fan, an ordinary citizen of Huang City, taking the initiative to clean up these troublemakers that were destroying the roots of Huang City and cheering for it.
Lin Fan propped himself up with both hands and leaped from the high place. As he free-fell, he spun in midair and indifferently drew his Sword Radiance, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
The silvery Sword Radiance glittered, and he saw countless zombies being viciously torn in half, their viscous flesh scattering, as he, like a walker in adversity, recklessly and ruthlessly continued to reap all disasters.
No matter what types of zombies appeared before Lin Fan, they were all simply cleaved in two. Among them, a zombie with a severed leg struggled to crawl towards Lin Fan. Its mouth opened, and it was crushed with a stomp of his feet.
Perhaps it was dangerous for others, but for Lin Fan, as long as there were zombies still standing, he had to clear them all.
In Huang City, in a certain shop.
Some survivors were secretly gathering supplies.
There were three survivors in total.
A couple with their daughter.
They took what they needed from the shop. They lived in the building across from the shop, and ever since the apocalypse began, they had always stayed at home.