Lin Yuan closed the window and returned to the kitchen to check on the meat. With the help of the pressure cooker, the braised meat was fully cooked in less than 20 minutes. As dried meat, it shouldn't be too mushy, but should have a good chewiness. This was already the third batch.
He drained the two pots of beef that had been taken out and prepared to use the thin iron hooks meant for hanging sausages and cured meat during the New Year. There were 62 strips of beef, each weighing about two taels. The iron hooks were sufficient. The beef was braised reasonably well, being a little soft but not so much that it fell apart with a gentle squeeze.
Just as Lin Yuan was about to hang the iron hooks to air dry.
The Siamese cat, which had been playfully batting at a ball of yarn, suddenly ran over. It didn't eat the meat, but instead bit Lin Yuan's trouser leg and tried to pull him away. Before Lin Yuan could react to what was happening, boo
Lin Shouyi had just finished handing over his post to his elder brother when he received bad news from his son. However, he did not stop him from going out. In the apocalypse, sitting and eating away resources was the biggest taboo.
Seeing the message from his father, Lin Yuan took a deep breath and put on his gear, preparing to set off. At this moment, Wang Xiaoxin suddenly sent a message.
7:02
Wang Xiaoxin: "I'm ready. Today, I'm going to kill that dog outside!"
Lin Yuan smiled and replied,
7:02
Lin Yuan: "Don't worry, we'll definitely survive!"
7:03
Wang Xiaoxin: "Holy crap, why does your tone sound like you're tempting fate."
Lin Yuan was also startled. The tense atmosphere disappeared instantly, and he quickly responded,
7:03
Lin Yuan: "Nonsense, I'm not. Gotta go, gotta go. Be careful, I'm also going out to fight little monsters."
Lin Yuan put down his phone and didn't think about it further. He opened the box and took out the kitchen knife, testing a few cuts on the doll still lying on the sofa. The feel was decent. Then he picked up the homemade anti-riot fork, hefted it, and found it wasn't too heavy and wouldn't hinder his movements.
Looking at the door barricaded by the dining table, Lin Yuan hesitated again. He was just an ordinary university graduate who had just started looking for a job and was unemployed. He usually enjoyed reading novels and had a fiery spirit, but when it came to killing zombies, he lacked the courage.
Lin Yuan tightened his grip on the knife, gritted his teeth, and finally seemed to make up his mind.
"Screw it, if you die, you die, if you don't, you live forever!"
Climbing over the dining table, Lin Yuan first looked through the peephole outside. No one was there. The intense noise just now must have alerted them, but he didn't know where they were now.
He quietly opened the door a crack and looked outside to see if anyone was hiding. There wasn't. The room next door was deathly silent, and the door was locked.
Reconfirming that the key was in his inner pocket, Lin Yuan quietly walked out. Just as he was about to close the door, boo
Lin Yuan dared not linger. He pulled his head back and shifted his position, facing the hallway directly, giving the zombie a space to lunge at nothing.
As expected, the zombie's forceful lunge missed entirely and it slammed its face into the ground.
However, the zombie's head twisted at a bizarre angle, and it quickly crawled towards Lin Yuan on all fours, intending to make him its next meal. Although startled, Lin Yuan reacted quickly. He thrust the anti-riot fork directly at the zombie. Before it could even bare its teeth to bite, it was pinned to the ground.
But the zombie's strength was not to be underestimated. The restrained zombie struggled fiercely. Lin Yuan couldn't control the anti-riot fork with one hand, let alone use the other to kill it. The zombie struggled to eat Lin Yuan, its head constantly reaching towards him, its neck bent at an unnatural angle, looking incredibly contorted.
The festering sores and pustules on its face caused by the virus made Lin Yuan feel nauseous. Fortunately, the windshield of his motorcycle helmet was down, preventing him from smelling the overly strong odor.
"Damn it, sticking your head out, I'll make you stick your head out."
Taking advantage of the motorcycle helmet, Lin Yuan simply stopped caring. He knelt on the zombie with one knee and headbutted it directly! The zombie, hit squarely on the crown of its head by the motorcycle helmet, was dazed, and its struggles lessened. Lin Yuan then had the chance to pull out the kitchen knife, found the right moment, and plunged it directly into its skull. Fearing it might not be dead, he even gave it a few twists before pulling it out.
With its brain damaged, the zombie slumped lifelessly to the ground, motionless.
Having finished, Lin Yuan's mind was also in a daze. He stared blankly at the slippery filth and blood staining the kitchen knife, with a few drops splattered on the motorcycle helmet. His stomach churned violently, and Lin Yuan couldn't help it. He pushed aside the windshield of the motorcycle helmet and leaned over the railing to vomit outside. But after vomiting for a long time, nothing came out except some yellow acidic fluid. His digestive system had strengthened, and the food from last night had already been fully digested, so there was nothing left.
After finally suppressing the nausea, he turned his head and saw the corpse again, and the feeling in his stomach returned.
At this moment, a dull thud of flesh hitting the ground sounded from behind him. Lin Yuan, with a pained expression, was about to grab something when he saw a slender afterimage fly past. The zombie that had fallen downstairs was struck in the chest as soon as it got up, and was knocked back.
What was that?
Never mind, he'd finish off the zombie first. He prepared to repeat his previous maneuver, retreating as the zombie lunged, but unexpectedly, this zombie didn't lunge. It staggered and fell, its bones seemingly broken in multiple places, before its head hit the steps and it stopped moving.
Huh???
It was... gone?
Lin Yuan was still uneasy, so he went up and plunged the knife into the zombie's skull. He twisted it a few times again before finally relaxing.
Looking at the zombie's chest, he saw that the slender object had tail-like feathers at the end. Was it an arrow?
He stood up and looked at the building next door. He saw a woman wearing a white sun hat, a mask, and a gray jacket standing on the 11th floor of the adjacent building. She was holding something that looked like a bow and was gesturing towards him. Lin Yuan gave her two thumbs up and gestured for her to watch her back.
The woman understood, pointed to the quiver on her back, and then picked up her bow and arrow, walking up the stairs step by step.
Lin Yuan knew she meant her arrows were running low and he should be careful himself.