The third day of the apocalypse arrived quickly.
Shaun still leaned against the secure staircase, not moving at all throughout the day. The lack of discomfort was one of the advantages of being a zombie.
Listening to the continuous roars outside strangely brought him a sense of peace. It seemed that he had completely become a part of the zombie group.
Thud, thud, thud!
Suddenly, a slow and orderly set of footsteps approached, but Shaun's hearing had been greatly diminished, making it difficult for him to hear. The sounds here were only his own simulation.
However, his keen sense of smell detected the approach of several sources of fresh blood and flesh, and they were getting closer to him.
Finally, someone had come!
A hint of excitement passed through Shaun's heart; the long wait of the day had not been in vain.
As expected, no one came down using the elevator. Although he could still encounter them this way, it wouldn't be as effective for an ambush.
He was afraid of being killed by accident...
As the distance closed, Shaun discerned through his keen sense of smell that there were three people coming down.
At last, he could clearly hear their footsteps; the three of them should have arrived on the second floor.
Their footsteps were slow and cautious, showing that they were on high alert. After all, their lives were at stake.
With only two sets of stairs, a total of twenty steps, it took them a full three minutes to descend slowly.
But Shaun had more patience than they did. He remained motionless, sticking to the staircase and concealing himself in the shadows.
The three individuals finally reached the first floor. They looked around, ensuring no zombies lingered, and relaxed a bit. They began to approach the building's entrance, preparing to rush out.
However, what they didn't know was that a zombie was quietly following them, making no sound. If someone discovered it, they would be frightened to the core.
All three of them held weapons. The one in the front held a baseball bat; one swing of that could easily snap a zombie's fragile neck.
The person in the middle had a frying pan, ready to deliver a heavy blow to any approaching zombies.
The last person carried a knife with a sharp blade that had clearly been sharpened before leaving. But, who would have a whetstone at home now?
What made Shaun speechless was that all three of them were wearing leather jackets, looking like characters from The Matrix, but it was September. He had to admire their endurance.
But this did provide some protection; zombie nails were sharp, and even if there were no bites, if the nails pierced the flesh, there was still a risk of infection.
Shaun approached slowly, and the scent of fresh blood and meat made his heart tremble.
Watching their throats so close, he suddenly bit down, his sharp fangs tearing off flesh, injecting the terrifying zombie virus into the person's body.
"Ahh! Help! Save me..."
The man screamed in sudden pain, and the two in front also realized what was happening, their faces full of fear.
"Damn it! Where did this damn thing come from?" The person in the middle was terrified, and his heart jumped. He hadn't expected that there would be a zombie behind them.
As the last person writhed in pain, he collapsed to the ground, desperately covering his wound, trying to save himself.
Shaun opened his mouth, raised his hands, and pounced fiercely on the person in the middle.
Although terrified, the person resisted forcefully, directly hitting the zombie's head with the frying pan.
Shaun felt his neck turn ninety degrees in an instant. Although he didn't feel pain, it was still uncomfortable.
Damn, my neck just twisted!
Shaun's neck tilted, but his body still rushed toward the person. With both hands tightly locking onto him, he tried to turn his neck back.
A slight crack!
He finally twisted his neck back, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on the person, who was now in a panic.
Splat!
Blood sprayed, and an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction surged through Shaun, almost making him addicted.
The last person, overwhelmed with fear, abandoned the baseball bat, kicked open the building's entrance, and rushed out.
Shaun knew he couldn't catch up now, and he admired the person's courage. He had charged into the residential area with his bare hands, where it was much more dangerous than this building.
"Ding! The host has successfully infected one person. Evolution points +10!"
Shaun's evolution points became 20/200, and the required number of points for the next upgrade had increased.
The next target was 300 or 400 points?
This meant he had to infect dozens of people to achieve it!
The road ahead was still arduous!
Roar!
Just as Shaun was contemplating, the two zombies he had infected began to slowly get up. The virus had completely transformed them into zombies.
"Get out and find the monsters!"
Shaun pushed the two zombies out of the building again and returned to his original position, preparing for the next hunt.
On the third day of the apocalypse, no one else came downstairs. It seemed they could endure the hunger. However, the following days would be Shaun's harvest time.
Weakened humans would surely take desperate measures. How could they resist Shaun without their strength?
As expected, the young man who had thrown away his baseball bat did not return.
On the fourth day, someone else attempted to go downstairs. Shaun remained motionless, like the craftiest hunter, waiting for the prey to fall into his trap.
Unexpectedly, it was a middle-aged man going downstairs, holding an iron rod in his hand. However, despite his usual high status, he was now full of fear, and his hands were trembling slightly.
Seeming to find courage from the iron rod in his hand, he slowly reached the first floor. His eyes showed fear as he looked around. When he saw no zombies nearby, he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the bloodstains on the floor made him shudder. They were from the two people Shaun infected yesterday, and blood had splattered onto the stairs.
The middle-aged man tightly gripped the iron rod and approached the entrance, preparing to venture out of the building to find food. But he suddenly felt something amiss.
Why was there a cold breeze on his neck?
As he turned his head, a sharp pain struck him. He turned around and fiercely struck Shaun's head with the iron rod.
Bang!
The two collided, but Shaun paid no attention. He pounced again, firmly grabbing the middle-aged man.
Due to the infection of the zombie virus, the middle-aged man's vision blurred, gradually losing consciousness, and collapsed to the ground.
A few minutes later, a new zombie stood up again, and Shaun pushed him out of the building once more.
The infectious power of the zombie virus was terrifying. If humans didn't take action soon, the planet would soon become a playground for zombies.
Shaun returned to his previous position, continuing his hunting plan, repeating the process over and over again.
In the following three days, more and more survivors attempted to go out to find food, and they even started moving in groups.
This not only bolstered their courage but also meant that if there were real zombies, they didn't need to outrun the zombies, they just needed to outrun their companions.
A group of hungry people embarked on a suicidal journey. However, they were just a mob, and Shaun's domineering presence scared some of them to the point of fainting due to exhaustion.
When they woke up, they had become zombies.
Shaun's evolution points were rapidly increasing. He had infected dozens of people, and each advancement also slightly improved his physical abilities.
Shaun's current panel was as follows:
Host: Shaun;
Rank: Third-tier ordinary zombie;
Evolution Points: 150/300;
Talents: Nerve Collapse, Virus Infection, Bloody Evolution;
Skills: None;
Evaluation: This is an ordinary upgraded small zombie, possibly 7:3 against an ordinary adult male, assuming you can catch up to them.
Now, he walked without any awkwardness. If it weren't for his ferocious appearance, just looking at his back would make people think he was a young programmer.
His running speed had also improved. Now he could easily participate in an elderly marathon and confidently expect to win at least a silver medal.
Don't ask, that self-confidence was innate!
His agility had also increased. Simple movements like bowing or bending were now fluid and smooth. No need to worry about organs falling out at any time.
His strength had multiplied, making him a powerhouse among humans. It would be difficult for an ordinary adult to win a fight against him.
Now, Shaun had truly overcome the basic survival crisis. Compared to when he first became a zombie, he was much more powerful.
He stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky, with a faint sense of worry.
Roar!
A zombie's roar sounded, and a wandering zombie accidentally bumped into him. Shaun staggered and almost fell.
Damn it, always interrupting my contemplation of life!
"It seems it's time to leave this building and head for a broader sky!"
Shaun sighed faintly. Few people came out today, and he had infected about one-tenth of the building's population.
Adding those who didn't make it safely back home or didn't live here permanently, after his careful calculation, the infection rate of the virus should be around 80% to 90%!
With billions of people on this planet, that meant there would be 8 to 9 billion zombies – a terrifying number!