Chapter 43
The management community had grown lively. In just a few short days, many new families had moved in.
Wearing little gloves, Guanguan gripped the iron bars of the front gate and kept looking toward the villa diagonally across from theirs.
For the past few days, children’s laughter and happy voices had constantly come from that villa. Every evening, parents would come and take away one little bean-sized child after another.
Wei Cheng walked over and rubbed Guanguan’s little head. “Guanguan, do you want to go play with the other kids?”
Guanguan lowered his plump cheeks. “Uncle Shen won’t let Guanguan and Brother run around.”
Children loved lively places. Especially since Uncle Shen had said that the woman living there had been a kindergarten teacher before the apocalypse and was now back at it, running a little class here to look after children. Parents only needed to pay one meal ticket or one point every seven days. That made Guanguan, who had always dreamed of having a kindergarten diploma, even more starry-eyed.
Wei Cheng bent down and smoothed Guanguan’s little curls. “Be good. We won’t run around. We’ll just go take a look at what the children there are playing. Brother still has a few meal tickets in hand, so we don’t need to trouble Uncle Shen. Then we’ll just use a meal ticket as Guanguan’s tuition, okay?”
Guanguan hugged his little hands to himself. “What about Little Apricot Baby?”
Wei Cheng glanced at the little black dog, which was focused on parkouring through the long flower corridor. “For Little Apricot’s safety, we can’t bring him when we go out. We won’t stay outside long either—just play for the morning and come back. Then in the afternoon we can play with him, okay?”
For once, a conflicted little expression appeared on Guanguan’s face. In the end, as if he had worked it out, he nodded. “Okay!”
Once he learned some new games from the other children, he could bring them back and play them with Little Apricot!
Wei Cheng added, “Carry your watermelon ball.”
If Guanguan brought a watermelon ball toy, he would probably fit in with the children more easily.
After walking for a while, the two brothers arrived at the villa diagonally across from theirs. Through the iron gate, they saw five or six children already playing happily inside.
Most of them looked around four or five years old.
The gate opened from inside, and a young woman in a long padded coat stepped out. She had delicate features.
“Do you want to come play here too?”
Wei Cheng rested a hand on Guanguan’s shoulder. “Yes. My little brother wants to come play.”
“You’re the children from Manager Shen’s house, right?”
The woman opened the gate wider. “Come in. Play for a while today first. If you think it’s fun, then pay points tomorrow.”
The moment the two children walked in, several red-cheeked children in the yard stopped whatever game they were playing.
One came over, and then another came over too.
“Wow! He looks like a doll!” said one chubby little girl.
“No, he looks like a little lamb! His hair is all curly like square instant noodles!”
A little girl with pigtails circled around Guanguan, then shook her hands and pleaded, “Big Brother, Big Brother, please let me take just one bite of little brother’s face! His face is so pink, like strawberry marshmallow. I’m craving marshmallows so much!”
Wei Cheng smiled and looked over at Guanguan.
Guanguan instantly clung tightly to his brother’s leg and tried to hide himself, though the cheeks peeking out had gone red. He was embarrassed.
“I want marshmallows too!”
“I’ve already forgotten what marshmallows taste like!”
“Teacher, Teacher, when can we eat marshmallows?”
The teacher, seeing that all of them were suddenly clamoring for marshmallows, quickly said, “Children, look—little brother seems to have brought a toy.”
“It’s a watermelon ball!”
The teacher bent down slightly and looked at Guanguan. “Little friend, what’s your name?”
Guanguan let go of his brother’s leg and answered in a soft milky voice, “My name is Wei Guanguan.”
The teacher smiled. “What a cute name! And how old are you?”
“Three!” Guanguan held up three short, chubby fingers.
“Three? Then you’re so clever! You speak very clearly. So, Guanguan, would you like to play number-counting watermelon ball with the other children?”
Guanguan hurriedly nodded. “Guanguan wants to!”
“All right then. Teacher will lead you in number-counting watermelon ball first, and later I’ll teach you songs and games.”
All the children were itching to start. They had not had a new toy in ages!
Although it was Guanguan’s first time playing number-counting watermelon ball, he was very smart and learned it just by watching for a little while.
The first child who kicked the ball shouted “one,” the second child shouted “two,” and when the third child missed the watermelon ball and it rolled to Guanguan’s feet, he quickly and loudly called out “three.” The teacher praised and complimented him a great deal.
Guanguan was like a puppy that only needed a few strokes in the right direction. Once praised, he became as excited as if injected with chicken blood, playing wildly and joyfully.
Wei Cheng stood nearby smiling, carrying Guanguan’s little puppy water cup on his back.
These children were not only cute, they were all little face-lovers too. They all fought to play with Guanguan, and the teacher was very gentle. It seemed they had truly come to the right place.
In the afternoon, the other children’s parents gradually came to drop off food, and it was time for Wei Cheng to take Guanguan home.
Before leaving, he handed over one meal ticket. The teacher was a little surprised. Yesterday a little boy named Yaoyao had been brought over by his grandmother to play for a whole day, and no one had said anything about giving a meal ticket. Yet this child was better at being human than adults were.
“Teacher, I’ll bring my little brother to play again tomorrow.”
“Okay. The weather hasn’t been so cold lately, so you can come earlier tomorrow morning. Teacher will lead the children in morning exercise.”
Guanguan immediately looked up. “Teacher Lanlan, Guanguan knows how to do exercise!”
Teacher Lanlan smiled. “Really? Then when the time comes, Guanguan can stand in the first row.”
Guanguan’s little chubby face looked completely pleased with itself as he bounced and skipped home with his brother.
By coincidence, Shen Zheng and Yi Qi were also just coming back with food.
Shen Zheng froze for a second. “Chengcheng, where did you take your little brother?”
Wei Cheng said, “Guanguan and I went to that kindergarten teacher’s house.”
Shen Zheng had been especially busy these past few days, leaving early and returning late. He had actually been thinking of taking the two children over there himself.
Smiling, Shen Zheng asked, “Did you have fun, Guanguan?”
Guanguan held up the watermelon ball high. “Fun!”
“As long as you had fun. Then in the future, go play with the other children. In a bit, Uncle will go pay the meal ticket.”
Wei Cheng quickly said, “Uncle Shen, the meal ticket was already given to Teacher Lanlan, so you don’t need to bring one over.”
“All right, then Uncle will pay next time.”
Lunch that day was rather simple: coarse rice, a plate of stir-fried potato slices, and a bowl of seaweed soup.
Logically, Shen Zheng and Yi Qi were both now managers in the White Villas, so their meals should have become more plentiful too.
Luckily, Guanguan loved both meat and potatoes. He shoveled rice and soup into his mouth in big bites and ate quite happily.
Shen Zheng asked, “Is the base about to make some big move soon?”
Yi Qi answered while eating, “The new hunters are too useless. Four batches of supplies from Qian City were intercepted by Watcher Community, and the hunters were killed too. The leaders were furious. In two days, they’re going to have us managers bring the new people out on missions.”
No wonder recently even a shred of meat had vanished from the meals.
Then he looked at Shen Zheng. “Do you regret it, old manager? Not going up to the mountaintop villas?”
Shen Zheng joked, “That kind of life is too unreal. I’m too rough around the edges. I wouldn’t get used to it.”
Then he looked at Wei Cheng. “Chengcheng, in two days your uncles will be going out on a mission. You have to take good care of your little brother and stay inside the management community. Don’t run around. If anything happens, go find Manager Wang. He’s a very good person. Today you probably played with his daughter.”
Wei Cheng said, “I understand, Uncle. You have to be careful out there too.”
Guanguan bit into a little potato and tilted his head. “You have to be safe!”
Unable to resist, Yi Qi reached out and pinched the child’s cheek. “And you have to eat more vegetables too.”
After lunch, Wei Cheng brought Guanguan upstairs for a nap. He deliberately pulled up the system panel and discovered that the task bar still had not produced a new mission.
A full month had passed since their last mission, yet the snowflake-like tasks the system talked about still had not arrived.
Their total income for the past month had only been 600 coins.
That was from teaching Guanguan Chinese characters and doing big exercise—they could bring in 20 points a day that way.
A couple of days later, Yi Qi, Shen Zheng, and the other managers were preparing to take the new hunters out on a mission.
The night before, they had already said goodbye to Guanguan and Wei Cheng, and arranged for Manager Wang to bring them food every day.
Early in the morning, loud arguing could already be heard downstairs.
Wei Cheng pulled back the curtain and saw a group of people protesting in the distance.
“Why should we? We became managers and still have to go do missions? That’s not what was said at the beginning!”
“Exactly! Why should my son go risk his life again?”
Among those protesting was Qiao Dasheng’s family.
Then a gunshot rang out into the sky, and the shouting instantly died.
“Anyone unwilling to obey orders, please take your family and leave Highland Shelter immediately.”
The man who fired the shot said only that one sentence after arriving.
Not long after, the crowd dispersed.
The temperature in Yu City was higher than in Huan City to begin with, so now that it was December, with the sun shining, the weather was not actually all that cold.
It was said that the snow on the mountain roads was gradually melting, which also meant the sleeping zombies were waking up.
At a time like this, leaving the base with a whole family, with no food and no weapons, was nothing short of suicide.
Some people had already realized that in this new batch of managers, aside from the especially capable Yi Qi, the rest were all adult men with families to feed.
The shelter had truly played a brilliant hand.
The little dinosaur cub in the bed woke up, slipped down from the bed very smoothly, and toddled off to the bathroom.
Hearing movement, Wei Cheng smiled. “Why are you awake so early?”
Guanguan poked his little head out. “Going to find the kids to play!”
After three or four days, Guanguan had already become good friends with all those children.
“Well now, no more sleeping in.” Wei Cheng quickly helped Guanguan brush his teeth and wash his face.
“Brother, when are Uncle Shen and Uncle Yi coming back?”
Wei Cheng smiled. “They only left this morning, so no matter what, it’ll probably be tomorrow or the day after. I heard this time they’re going into the city on a mission.”
Guanguan touched his chest. “There’s a little bit here that misses them.”
“Mm, then when they come back, Brother will tell them for you.”
Breakfast was only two bowls of thin rice porridge and two cabbage-and-corn dumplings.
That was not even enough to plug the gaps between Guanguan’s teeth, so Wei Cheng took out boiled eggs and milk from the safehouse as well.
When they arrived at Teacher Lanlan’s house again, they noticed her eyes were a little red, though she still smiled and said, “Guanguan is here. Come on in.”
After finishing baby exercise time, Teacher Lanlan let the children have some free play.
Several warmly bundled little children huddled together in a circle, like a little patch of mushroom spirits.
Wang Qingqing, the little girl with pigtails, whispered, “Teacher Lanlan cried!”
“My mom cried too, because my dad and my uncle went out to fight monsters again!”
“Every time my dad goes out, he always brings me tasty things when he comes back!”
Guanguan raised his hand. “Guanguan’s Uncle Shen and Uncle Yi went out to fight monsters too!”
Wang Qingqing rested her cheeks in her hands. “My dad didn’t go.”
Her dad was Manager Wang, the one who helped bring food to Guanguan and Wei Cheng.
One chubby little boy about the same size as Guanguan sniffed and swallowed. “I really hope when my dad comes back this time, he’ll bring me marshmallows.”
All the children’s gazes fell in perfect unison onto Guanguan’s round, rosy face.
Guanguan jumped and rubbed his cheeks frantically with both little hands. “This is meat-meat, not candy-candy!”
Wang Qingqing reached out and squeezed Guanguan’s face, laughing. “Hahaha, every day when I see Guanguan, it’s like seeing marshmallows!”
After a while, Teacher Lanlan quickly adjusted her mood and once again led the children in songs and games.
—
Ever since the base meals no longer had even a trace of meat, Wei Cheng had carried a bad feeling in his heart.
For the past few nights, he had been bringing Guanguan and Little Apricot into the safehouse to sleep, all so they could preserve as much safehouse residence time as possible.
Tonight, with Uncle Shen and Uncle Yi away, the two children went to bed especially early.
Guanguan lay on his brother’s arm listening to a storybook.
Brother’s reading voice and the sound of pages turning were the greatest sleep-inducing weapon in the world.
Guanguan buried his plump little face deeper into his brother’s arms and yawned. “Brother, Sister Qingqing and the others really want to eat marshmallows.”
Wei Cheng turned off the flashlight and set the book aside.
He gently patted the child. “Mm. Guanguan, do you want to let them have some?”
Guanguan burrowed his face deeper into Brother’s arms. He pressed his lips together, looking very sensible. “If people find out, Brother and Guanguan will get taken away!”
“Brother knows all those children are very cute, but we don’t know what kind of people their parents are.”
Then Wei Cheng thought of something. “The last time we went to the Hot Spring Villas, the big leader gave you a box of chocolate candy, remember? Tomorrow we can bring those candies to Teacher Lanlan’s house.”
There were many snacks in the house, but he rarely let Guanguan eat sweets or chocolate. He was afraid Guanguan would get bad teeth and then be sad because there was no dentist. So that box of chocolate candy was still untouched at home.
That box could be clearly explained if anyone asked, so there was no real danger in it.
“That’s great! Sister Qingqing and Brother Xiaohai can eat candy now!”
Guanguan kicked at the blanket with smack smack noises. He really wanted to go find the children and play right now.
Smiling, Wei Cheng tucked the blanket over him properly. “Okay, okay. Be good and sleep now. We’ll go first thing tomorrow morning.”
Late at night, the entire White Villa District sank into a deathly silence.
“Captain Sun! Captain Sun!”
A guard came scrambling and rolling into the security room, pounding on the door and waking Sun Dali, who had been dozing.
He got up and opened the door. “What are you yelling for? What happened?”
The guard’s hands shook. “There… there are zombies around the mountain road…”
Sun Dali cursed, grabbed the machete at his side, and strode outside. “What’s there to be scared of from a few zombies? Once they get close to the wire, just stab them to death through it and be done with it!”
But when he arrived at the mountain road, a chill spread from the crown of his head.
By the light of torches and flashlights, everyone could see a dense army of zombies advancing toward the mountain road.
More than twenty guards panicked, and several of them turned and ran back toward the shelter.
Sun Dali grabbed one guard who was trembling all over. “Who’s the manager on duty today?”
The guard took a moment to react, then answered, “W-Wang… Wang Chuan, Manager Wang!”
Sun Dali took out his walkie-talkie and reported the entire mountain road situation to Wang Chuan without leaving anything out.
The person on the other side was stunned for a long moment, then immediately said, “I’ll request gun support from the Hot Spring Villas right away! Captain Sun, you have to hold out!”
Having caught the scent of human flesh, the zombie horde quickened its pace toward the shelter.
A few of the fastest zombies reached the wire fence first, their sharp fangs scraping against it as they clawed and howled at the guards.
After a whole winter without food, their desire to tear into flesh had reached a peak.
One after another they threw themselves against it, like locusts sweeping past. The two layers of wire fencing began to sway dangerously, and it was clear they would not hold for long!
Through the gaps, Sun Dali drove his blade into the skull of a zombie, then yanked it back out, splattering black blood all over his face.
He turned to the few men who had not run and shouted, “Why are you standing there like idiots! Think of your wives and children! If we run, these things will definitely get in! The moment they come close, stab!”
“Captain! Without guns, we can’t hold much longer!”
One young guard was crying as he hacked at the zombies. Just then, a zombie’s fingernails, slick with black blood, plunged straight into his left eye.
“Ahhhhhh!”
The young guard staggered backward clutching his head and screaming. “Captain! Captain!”
One of the others trembled and backed away from the young guard. “Captain Sun, Captain Sun, will… will he turn into a zombie…”
“Should we kill him?”
Sun Dali’s eyes reddened as he gripped the machete tightly. The young man was only twenty years old this year…
The young guard covered his eye, from which black blood was pouring, and shook his head in terror. “Sun… Brother Sun, don’t kill me, don’t kill me! I wasn’t bitten!”
“Captain Sun! The wire fence on that side is about to break!”
Sun Dali immediately ran over and started hacking. “Block it!”
When he turned back again, the young guard had already run toward the shelter.
On the other side, Wang Chuan blew the whistle. The White Villas and hotel district were now under first-level alert.
The once-quiet White Villas were like cold water poured into hot oil. All the survivors and managers immediately fell into panic.
As Wang Chuan ran toward the Hot Spring Villas, he shouted into his walkie-talkie, “Leader, Leader, the mountain road is under attack, requesting gun support! Requesting gun support!”
There was no response from the other side for a long time.
“Manager Wang, what did the leader say? What do we do now?”
Several management members were at a complete loss. This was the first time Highland Shelter had ever faced an attack of this scale.
Wang Chuan forced himself to stay calm. “Go inform all survivors to shut their doors and windows. Do not flee, do not go outside. The zombies should—”
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Wang Chuan swung his flashlight around. “How’s the mountain road situation?”
The person did not answer and just kept running.
“Speak! Can the fence still hold—”
Before Manager Wang could finish, he was tackled to the ground.
A newly mutated zombie with black blood pouring from its left eye sank its teeth into Wang Manager’s throat.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Several other managers turned and ran in terror, not one of them sparing unlucky Wang Manager another glance.
One manager who had been close to Wang Chuan did not run. Trembling, he drew the long knife from his waist and slashed several times before finally cutting the zombie’s head off.
The severed head lay there with blood-red, unfocused eyes wide open, chewing grotesquely and hard on Wang Manager’s blood-covered Adam’s apple.
Manager Wang’s face was drenched in blood. A huge hole gaped in his throat, and blood sprayed far and wide.
“Old Wang! Old Wang!”
Manager Wang’s pupils were already unfocused, but his lips still moved weakly. “Qingqing… Qingqing…”
Then he grabbed at his friend’s shoe with a death grip. “Kill… kill me… help… Qingqing…”
His friend closed his eyes, drove the knife into Wang Manager’s brow, then gave the young guard a swift end as well.
Not far away came a huge clamor. Many survivors from the White Villas had actually run outside carrying their packed belongings.
“Don’t come out! Don’t come out! Everyone, hide inside!”
Those survivors did not listen at all. They all rushed toward the Hot Spring Villas in a chaotic mass.
Torches flickered. Sun Dali and the others had already retreated into the shelter interior.
At that moment he saw Wang Chuan already dead, along with the headless young guard. Several zombies were madly tearing apart their bodies, with intestines and organs spilling everywhere.
He took the chance to snatch up the walkie-talkie from the ground and shouted while running, “The zombies broke through the mountain road! Where are the guns? Where are the guns? All my brothers are dead!”
He shouted several times in a row, but no one responded.
“Damn it all!”
Sun Dali stomped the walkie-talkie to pieces and immediately bolted toward the management community. His wife and children were still there!
Wei Cheng woke from sleep in alarm.
Why was Little Apricot barking so fiercely? Why was it so noisy outside?
He forced himself awake, and the instant he saw the situation outside, he went completely alert.
The once peaceful management community was now full of roaring flames and rivers of blood, with dense masses of zombies everywhere.
Downstairs, violent pounding shook the front door.
So the zombies had broken through the fence and entered the shelter.
And of all times, today was the day Uncle Shen and Uncle Yi were not here!
Wei Cheng opened the door and let in the little black dog, which was barking frantically.
“Guanguan, Guanguan, wake up. Wake up.”
Guanguan rubbed his eyes. “Brother, I’m sleepy…”
“Good baby, listen to Brother. A large number of zombies have entered the base. It isn’t safe here anymore.”
Fast but orderly, he dressed Guanguan, put on his neck guard, helmet, and gloves, and at the same time called up the Highland Shelter map the system had rewarded them with.
Over the past month, the number of survivors in Highland Shelter had risen to 1,683, while the population in the Hot Spring Villas had grown to 500.
Now, in the White Villas, the high-rise hotel area, and the management community, more than half the red dots had stopped moving. The remaining red dots were all fleeing in every direction—toward the mountaintop Hot Spring Villas.
Countless gray dots almost covered the entire map.
Those gray dots represented outside zombies.
Wei Cheng analyzed the map rapidly, trying to find the best escape route.
Two routes.
The first was to enter the Hot Spring Villas, cross the suspension bridge, and then take the mountain path to safely reach the back side of the mountain.
The second was to leave the same way they had entered.
Wei Cheng decisively chose the second route.
Right now, most survivors were running toward the Hot Spring Villas, naively believing that place would become a second shelter. But knowing the shelter’s capitalistic leaders, he was certain they would have cut that long suspension bridge the moment the zombie outbreak began.
Zombies hunted by scent of fresh blood and living human flesh. If the brothers instead moved in the opposite direction, and carefully followed the distribution of gray dots on the map, they should be able to avoid running into large groups of zombies.
Even so, it would still be difficult to get from the management community back to the mountain road in the chaos.
Suddenly Wei Cheng thought of something. He selected four raincoats from the mall—two large and two small children’s sizes.
“Guanguan, go into the safehouse first. Brother is going out for a moment and will be right back.”
Guanguan sat obediently on the bed, anxiously asking, “Where is Brother going! Where is Brother going!”
“Brother is going to catch a zombie.”
“Be good. You and Little Apricot go into the safehouse.”
Wei Cheng went downstairs, a gun hidden inside his sleeve and tightly pressed in his hand.
The pounding at the door suddenly stopped.
From the map, he could see that the few gray dots in front of their house, as well as the gray dots by Teacher Lanlan’s house, were moving quickly toward Villa 7. Then they stopped there.
Several bouncing red dots slowly lost their vitality.
That villa was where the Qiao family was staying, wasn’t it?
Someone there must have been injured first and drawn the zombies over.
Wei Cheng did not dwell on it. He quietly opened the front door and stepped out.
After walking just a few steps, he saw several bluish zombie corpses scattered in front of one house.
There were knife wounds in their foreheads. It seemed hunters or managers had killed them while coming to collect family members.
It took Wei Cheng a great deal of effort to drag one corpse back home.
Through the window of the cozy home, Guanguan saw Brother dragging a zombie back, and immediately jumped out of the safehouse.
The small, chubby cub ran over carrying a flashlight. “Guanguan will protect Brother!”
“Shh, lower your voice.” Wei Cheng said, “If we want to leave the shelter safely while surrounded by zombies, we have to hang zombie organs and flesh on our bodies. That way it’ll cover our living human scent. Brother will do it. You wait in the living room.”
Guanguan’s little face tightened with nervousness, and he did not dare interrupt Brother anymore.
Using zombie blood and flesh to hide one’s scent was one of the standard tricks hunters used when surrounded by zombies.
Wei Cheng put on the raincoat and mask, then skillfully dissected the zombie in one of the rooms.
Fortunately it was winter. If it had been summer, there would have been disgusting white maggots inside the zombie’s intestines.
This zombie had probably died within the last month.
“Guanguan, come in.”
Guanguan entered wearing his helmet and protective mask, but the moment he stepped in, he still gagged a few times. “Brother, it smells so bad.”
“Bear with it. We only need it long enough to get out of the shelter.”
Wei Cheng dressed Guanguan in two layers of raincoats, hung several stinking loops of intestines on him, and then smeared the transparent raincoat all over with a rag soaked in black zombie blood.
Only when not a single blind spot remained did he stop.
The children were small, so one adult zombie was enough for both of them.
“Remember this: when zombies pass near us, hold your breath. Don’t make a sound, and don’t run around.”
Guanguan’s little face had gone pale from the smell, but he obediently nodded.
When they came out again, they heard ghostly wails, cries for help, and pounding on doors from the direction of the Hot Spring Villas.
Those survivors were trying to smash open the heavily reinforced gates of the Hot Spring Villas, but the zombies had already reached them from behind.
Wei Cheng and Guanguan passed through a patch of woods and moved toward the rear side of the White Villas.
Suddenly, a group of shambling zombies appeared in front of them.
One of the faces was actually Qiao Yaoyao’s grandmother. Her eyes had rolled white, she was covered in blood, and she was walking while gnawing on a severed arm.
That black, chubby arm looked like it belonged to a child!
Guanguan remembered Brother’s instructions: when seeing zombies, do not shout and do not be afraid. So he staggered along after Brother.
A few zombies sniffed around everywhere, and one ghastly blue-white face almost pressed directly against Guanguan’s own.
Guanguan immediately closed his eyes and held his breath.
After sniffing for a while, the zombie could smell only the scent of its own kind. The group of them brushed past the two “little zombies” and staggered forward toward the “big feast” ahead.
Only after that group had gone far away did both brothers breathe out in relief.
Wei Cheng squeezed Guanguan’s hand tightly and said softly, “Guanguan, you did great.”
In truth, Guanguan had almost peed himself from fear, but the moment he heard Brother praise him, his little eyes suddenly filled with a funny kind of wise seriousness, which only made him look even more easy to bully.
“Guanguan isn’t scared of them, okay!”
Author’s Note:
Guanguan always gives people this feeling like he’s super alert, but also slightly confused about what exactly he’s supposed to be alert about! Hahaha!
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