A Homebody? Homebody!

Oh my god, I'm done playing, these teammates are like a bunch of pigs! Huan Chu muttered as he put down the mouse, took out a cigarette from the table and lit it, leaning back in his chair. The room was dark with thick blue curtains tightly drawn, and the only dim light came from the computer screen, barely illuminating the less than twenty square meter room.

Huan Chu usually makes a living by writing current affairs comments for newspapers. In his words, he is a freelance professional and a current affairs commentator. But just take a look at the overflowing ashtray on the computer desk and the takeaway boxes piled up in the trash can, it's not hard to see that Huan Chu is actually a homebody.

Yes, this boy with a slightly delicate appearance and a sunny disposition is a typical otaku who likes to eat, sleep, play Dota, and is looking for someone to play Three Kingdoms Kill with. If I remember correctly, it has been exactly 17 days and 3 hours since Huanchu last stepped out of the house to pick up the pair of Danner military boots when the courier called.

Of course, according to him, since the internet is so convenient now, the payment will be transferred to the online banking account, shopping can be done directly on Taobao, and meals can be ordered through food delivery services. As a professional current affairs commentator, keeping an eye on various events online is more useful than staring at black fungus on the streets. Why do you play Dota every day? Of course, as a current affairs commentator, you can't let your brain cells die in dormancy. You should let them fully activate and unleash their value. And Dota is undoubtedly the most efficient and effortless way to exercise your brain.

It's about time to take on a new assignment, but it's strange that Mr. Li hasn't called to urge me for the manuscript in the past few days. Huan Chu extinguished the burnt cigarette butt in the ashtray and skillfully entered the website address of the Yamaguchi Mountain forum. But as the webpage loaded, a strange expression flickered across Huan Chu's face, a peculiar mix of excitement, regret, and various other emotions intertwined.

Looking at the screen, one by one, named "x!" "Zombies are all around my door" and "Ask the Almighty to teach me escape experience and speed". Huan Chu shook his head and clicked on one of the posts. Without reading the content, he directly typed the reply: "Dude, pop bar is not so explosive. Look, there is no formation. How dare you show your face? I'm ashamed of you. After pressing the reply button, Huan Chu stretched lazily, stood up straight, and glanced at the clock on the wall: "Hmm, it's two-thirty, I'll go out and buy a box of chewing gum." "

After muttering to himself, Huan Chu changed into a new outfit and hummed a tune as he walked out of the bedroom towards the living room's security door. Just as Huanchu's hand was about to reach the latch, a loud bang came from the door, startling Huanchu and causing him to sit on the ground. I love you so much! Hurry up and be born! Why are you knocking on the door so hard? My anti-theft door is free! I'm going to the hospital for a check-up. If you scare me into a heart attack, I'll make you pay, you bastard! Even though no one saw the embarrassing scene, Huan Chu still felt it was an unbearable humiliation. He cursed and grumbled as he reached out to open the security door. In his view, only the person who knocked on the door with saliva on their face could slightly calm his anger.

But as soon as he opened the door, Huan Chu immediately slammed it shut with a bang. "Damn, am I hallucinating?" Well, it is said that staring at the computer for too long can cause hallucinations. I was wondering why I saw a butcher (a hero in Dota that looks like a zombie) standing in front of me. Huan Chu rubbed his face, rubbed his eyes, turned around, and opened the security door again. At this moment, the fierce face resembling a butcher appeared in front of Huan Chu again. Its left cheek has been torn open, revealing yellowish teeth and a bright red tongue inside. It opened its blood-stained mouth and let out a low growl towards Huan Chu.

"Bang!" The security door, under the coordination of Huan Chu's well-trained brain and right hand, was forcefully closed again in less than a fraction of a second. Huan Chu turned around with his back to the door, wanting to say "Is it that my way of opening the door is wrong?" to adjust the atmosphere and ease his fear, but after a few attempts, he still couldn't say a complete sentence. He could only take a stiff step forward, but his trembling legs could not provide him with enough support. With a crash, Huan Chu's buttocks once again had an intimate encounter with the entrance of the door in just a few minutes. "I'm screwed! Can someone please tell me what the heck is going on here? After a long while, the roar of Huan Chu finally pierced through the air.

After roaring out, Huan Chu seemed to have not vented all the fear in his body. Instead, his eyes were filled with endless confusion. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. After a long time, he tremblingly took out his phone from his pocket, finally dialed the number of his hometown, hoping to find a little comfort from a familiar voice. The phone had not yet rung, but in Huan Chu's ears, he seemed to hear his mother's kind nagging and his father's stern yet loving words. However, despite the continuous beeping sound, the phone still couldn't get through, causing Huanchu's heart, which had just started to relax, to tense up again.

No, no, my parents will be fine. Good people will have good fortune, and the Bodhisattva will bless them, the Bodhisattva will bless them. But if, if they... That's impossible. W County is right on the edge of the mountain and there is a lake next to it. No matter what, I can go to the island to hide. That's right, everything will be fine. I don't scare myself... But what if..." Huan Chu felt that his brain was about to explode, and the struggle in his mind gradually suppressed the fear in his heart. At this time, there were no longer the "thud" sound of knocking on the door and the "squeaking" sound of fingernails coming from the security door. It seemed that the big zombie had also left in cooperation.

In silence, Huan Chu gradually regained some sanity, and some posts he had read when he was infatuated with the movie 'Resident Evil' came to mind: 'The most important thing now is to gather information. Only by knowing the current situation can we determine the escape route.' Be sure to leave here and go home! He stood up, threw himself onto the sofa, and turned on the TV.

"It is now November 15, 2012 Beijing time, two weeks have passed since the outbreak of the mutated rabies virus. Cases of this new mutated virus have appeared in various parts of the country. Many medium and small cities have started to reduce the use of communication facilities in order to save energy. However, relevant departments have stated that the situation is still under control. The spokesperson of the Ministry of News, xxx, said at a press conference: 'Currently, the situation in various parts of the country is gradually stabilizing. Government departments and local law enforcement agencies have gradually restored control over cities nationwide. As long as the public does not panic irrationally, we have reason to believe that the great Chinese people can overcome all difficulties...'

Nonsense! Zombies have all run to my doorstep, still stable, I'll stabilize you xxxx! Huan Chu cursed as he pressed the remote control's channel button hard, trying to get information from other TV stations. However, he sadly found that every TV station that could still receive signals was broadcasting programs from CCTV-1. He didn't know if it was a government order or if local TV stations were no longer able to operate normally. If it is the former, it's not too bad, at least it means that the central government can still control the situation in local areas, and we won't see the doomsday scene like in Raccoon City in the biochemical crisis; but if it is the latter, it means that all provincial capitals outside the capital have basically fallen, in that case...

Huan Chu dared not think any further and quickly returned to the computer to search for news about zombies one by one. Twenty minutes later, he sat up straight again, lit a cigarette, picked up pen and paper, and began to analyze the information he had received: 'The earliest discovery of zombies was on November 1st. Why did I not know about this until the 15th? (Off-screen voice: You've been closing the curtains and playing Dota every day, no wonder you didn't know!') ）. The epicenter of the outbreak was in major cities such as the capital, s city, n city, w city, and z city, almost simultaneously experiencing a large-scale outbreak. Currently, the spread of the outbreak is mainly limited to the outskirts of these major cities, with almost no sign of zombies in Tibet and Xinjiang. In two weeks," Huan Chu took out a travel map he bought in college from the bookshelf and started marking on the map of China: "Hmm, the general spread range is like this." Starting from the capital, detour through Shanxi into Henan, avoiding Z city, turn from Xinyang into Anhui to Anqing, and then, go home! Huan Chu jotted down a list of notes, marked a rough route map on the map, transferred various useful documents found online to his phone, and then started packing his luggage.

"ID, bank card, cash, instant noodles, chocolate, lighter, kettle... What's missing... Weapons!" Yes, how can we deal with zombies without weapons! Huan Chu checked the entire room and only found two kitchen knives in the kitchen. To be honest, these two kitchen knives are fine for cutting cabbage, but they are completely useless for chopping zombies. Huan Chu obviously realized this, so he directly threw the kitchen knife aside and leaned against the marble countertop to contemplate: "I remember buying a baseball bat last year, it should be... right, under the bed!" "

Ten minutes later, Huan Chu packed his backpack, placed the baseball bat within reach, made sure everything was ready, lit another cigarette, and went to the window. He gently lifted the curtain and began to observe the surroundings. It may be because the zombie outbreak did not occur on a weekend, so ordinary people went to work or school in the city center. There were not as many zombies gathered in the remote neighborhood as Huan Chu had imagined. Huan Chu estimated that there were probably less than 30 zombies from the apartment building to the entrance of the neighborhood. As long as he was careful, he should be able to successfully rush to the side road. Once he managed to grab a car on the road, then the entire plan could be successfully implemented. It's a pity that when Huan Chu rented the house, he aimed for peace and quiet. The unit is located on the inner side of the inner side of the residential area, so he can't see the situation on the side road at all, and can only take it step by step.

Huan Chu looked up at the old-fashioned clock on the wall again. The hour hand was already pointing to 6 o'clock, and the sky was gradually darkening. He tightened the slightly bulky backpack at his feet again, put it on his back to test the weight. Since most of the luggage he carried were small essential items, he confirmed that it would not hinder his movement or swinging a baseball bat, and then threw the backpack back on the bed. Because he decided to...eat something first to fill his stomach, and then sleep beautifully without any worries.

The next step is a desperate escape of thousands of miles. Without replenishing our energy, we will be going out to provide a meal for the zombies. "Huan Chu muttered, humming a tune as he walked into the kitchen." It has to be said that the souls of otaku, who have been immersed in the world of anime and manga, are indeed much stronger than ordinary people. Or perhaps it's just that these otaku guys are a bit clueless, and this kid still hasn't figured out the situation. In any case, Huan Chu decided to continue his happy life as a homebody, at least for today.