Chapter 11

Li Fatzi was in a slightly better condition than the others. His parents had already passed away two years ago, and his brother, Li Sheng, didn't have much to worry about. Li Fatzi believed that Li Sheng would definitely survive. He was stronger and more capable than himself. The burdens he carried far exceeded the imagination of all his peers.

In short, Li Sheng was more suited to the apocalypse. Now, what he needed to do was to survive, and perhaps he would have a chance to see Li Sheng again.

"Alright, since it's the apocalypse, we need to ensure we have enough water besides food. Everyone, find everything that can hold water and fill it up quickly. If the water supply is cut off, it will be disastrous."

Li Fatzi's words reminded everyone that now was not the time to be sad. Since they had survived, they needed to live longer!

Later, when Li Fatzi recalled this moment, he couldn't help but find it amusing. He had thought so thoroughly, but unfortunately, it was all for nothing, as the water was never used.

"Pour out all the alcohol and fill up as much as you can."

As soon as Li Fatzi finished speaking, Si Yao quickly ran to the front desk, picked out two bottles of foreign liquor, and hid them under his sofa.

Everyone laughed at this, and the real apocalyptic life began!

"Swish... Swish..."

In the room, only the sound of filling water could be heard. Everyone was still feeling depressed. The sudden apocalypse was hard to accept.

"Fatso, did you hear that?" Albe seemed to have heard something and tugged at Li Fatzi's clothes, asking.

"Can you learn to call me Li Fatzi or Brother Li?" Li Fatzi, who didn't like the nickname "Fatso," protested.

"Li Ge? You're still thinking about love in the apocalypse? Don't joke around, I really heard something." Albe said with a look of disdain.

"There really is some movement, it seems to be coming from upstairs." Hao Chen also heard the noise and said worriedly.

"Upstairs?" Li Fatzi suddenly realized.

"Shit! Tony, grab your mop and come quickly!"

"What's wrong? Do you need my help?" Xiao Yajing immediately took out a screwdriver and asked nervously.

"Stay... forget it, come with us. Hurry!"

Li Fatzi and the two others quickly climbed the stairs.

"The third floor is locked, right? It's a good thing we weren't sleeping, or we would have been caught off guard!" Tony led the way, rushing to the front.

Li Fatzi smiled bitterly and said, "That cheap mop has already been a miracle to last this long."

As they reached the second floor, Tony, who was about to continue climbing, suddenly stopped. Li Fatzi and Xiao Yajing, who were following behind, almost tumbled down the stairs.

Li Fatzi also arrived at the second floor, and there were already three zombies wandering in the corridor!

"They've reached the second floor!? It's a good thing we came quickly! Tony, you and I will each take one of the first two, and then we'll deal with the last one. Si Yao, be ready to help when the time is right!" Li Fatzi moved his body, making space for Xiao Yajing.

"Let's do it!"

Li Fatzi charged at the nearest zombie like an arrow released from a bow.

Tony was stunned. Damn, isn't this the legendary "flexible fatso" from the basketball court?

Without time to think, Tony raised his mop and charged at the other zombie like a javelin thrower.

It was clear that this zombie was a beautiful woman, petite in stature, with a proud chest and slender legs. Li Fatzi remembered her, not just because she was beautiful, but because few people smiled at him, a lowly waiter, and especially a fat waiter.

She smiled so sweetly.

But...

Her body was now a bloody mess, clearly ravaged by the first awakened zombie.

Despite the disadvantage in length, the tool hammer was very effective.

Li Fatzi hammered the zombie's head like driving a nail, smashing it to pieces with all his might. For this sweet-smiling beauty, this was perhaps the only true liberation.

Li Fatzi sighed inwardly: I smashed the head of a goddess...

"Ah, Fatso! Quick! I'm about to die!"

Li Fatzi turned around to see Tony struggling with the zombie's arms, trying to resist. The sharpened end of Tony's mop had pierced the zombie's neck.

It seemed to be deeply embedded, hard to pull out.

The zombie was stretching its neck, trying to bite any part of Tony's body. Xiao Yajing, who was behind them, was doing nothing to help!

Li Fatzi raised his tool hammer and rushed to smash the zombie's head!

After several fierce strikes, the hammer penetrated the zombie's head, finally killing it. The dead zombie fell on top of Tony, pinning him to the ground.

As Li Fatzi bent down to pull out the hammer, he suddenly felt a cool breeze! The third zombie had silently approached him!

The zombie grabbed Li Fatzi's left arm, ready to bite down!

The zombie's strength was immense, and Li Fatzi couldn't free his left arm no matter how hard he tried.

Li Fatzi could only rely on the tool hammer, but it was stuck and wouldn't budge! In a panic, he abandoned the hammer and grabbed the zombie's neck to prevent its gaping mouth from biting him!

"Bang!"

A tennis racket came from behind Li Fatzi, knocking the zombie to the ground. The person then struck it fiercely over a dozen times, splattering its brains and blood!

"Huff... Huff..."

Li Fatzi, who had been struggling, fell to the ground due to the momentum.

He looked up to see Yan Zeteng, his face splattered with blood, holding a blood-dripping tennis racket, standing beside him.

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They moved the zombie corpses to the window and threw them out, which attracted the attention of more zombies.

"Si Yao, you almost got Li Fatzi killed! You were just standing there doing nothing? What were you doing!?" Tony shook Xiao Yajing with both hands, dissatisfied.

"I..."

"Don't blame him, give him time to adapt. Sooner or later, he needs to learn to protect himself and others."

Li Fatzi said as he walked past the two.

"Thanks."

The last sentence was for Yan Zeteng.

The tall, thin man just nodded and went downstairs without a word.

"Go get the bottles from the private rooms, I'll go check the situation downstairs." Li Fatzi also went downstairs.

"Fatso, come here quickly!"

As soon as he reached the first floor, he heard Albe's shout. Albe, Hao Chen, and the just-descended Yan Zeteng were standing at the door, looking outside.

Could someone be coming to rescue us?

Li Fatzi immediately ran to the door and looked in the direction Albe was pointing.

He saw four or five cars approaching from a distance. They were not police cars or military vehicles, just ordinary private cars.

If each car was full, there were at least twenty people.