Truly, Truly Angry

Sunshine Residential Complex.

The sky was still very early.

Lam Pham, dressed in his security uniform, naturally had plenty of ways to pass the time—like spacing out in the security room. But he didn't want that.

Even with the apocalypse descending upon the world—

He still wanted to patrol the residential complex.

To see if anyone needed help.

"Little Pham, you're on patrol?" Old Man Vuong greeted him.

Lam Pham replied, "Yeah, just doing a round, checking if there's anything going on in the complex. I'm a security guard now, I gotta be worthy of the salary you all give me."

Old Man Vuong watched Lam Pham's back as he walked away. There were words he didn't say.

Like…

Little Pham, you could very well be the Guardian God of our community now. With just one word, you could decide our life or death. Why bother being a worker for us?

Even if you wanted to become the ruler of the complex, who could stop you?

But he didn't.

He knew this was a belief that Little Pham held deep in his heart. A belief that even in the face of the apocalypse, he would still maintain his original heart.

This kind of behavior was admirable.

Not only did it help Little Pham stay sane amidst the apocalypse—

It also gave them hope in this dark time.

"Từ nãi nãi, you're working hard as always," Lam Pham said as he passed the garden and saw Old Lady Từ busying herself. Her presence brought a touch of humanity to the complex.

Từ Quế Phân chuckled, "That uniform suits you, Little Pham. You're really an ambitious one."

"Hehe, thank you for the kind words, Từ nãi nãi." Lam Pham smiled, with Frostmourne on his back, looking like a swordsman upholding justice. For now, his cause was simply the safety of the residential complex.

Watching his figure leave, Từ Quế Phân's eyes were full of warmth.

Such a good kid.

"Eh? Why is this car parked like this?"

A black BMW was not parked in a designated spot—it was slanted, hogging two parking spaces.

This kind of behavior was seriously awful.

While it wasn't technically illegal, it was extremely unethical in a communal living space.

No contact number was displayed on the windshield. Finding the owner would be tough. He memorized the plate number, returned to the security room, and checked the registry.

He finally found it—

Block 1, Unit 1, Apartment 302.

A qualified security guard had a lot to handle. It wasn't just walking around and glancing at things—there were all sorts of minor but troublesome problems to deal with.

He headed toward Building 1.

People said that many business owners had no regard for parking rules—stopping wherever they pleased, ignoring security guards. "What can you even do about it?" was their attitude.

He hoped this one would be different.

Though he had patrolled countless times without running into any zombies, he still remained vigilant. If even one slipped past him, it could endanger everyone.

He stood in front of apartment 302.

Knock knock!

"Hello? Is anyone home?"

He figured no one would be, but it was protocol.

Knock knock!

Still no answer.

"Guess no one's home."

He turned around and headed back to the improperly parked car. With no other option, he rolled up his sleeves. Gently lifting the rear, he straightened it, then did the same with the front.

Admiring his handiwork, he smiled with satisfaction.

But just then—

Two old men came running over, their faces full of worry.

"Little Pham! Something's happened—there are zombies on the road outside!"

Old Man Vuong spoke in a rush. They had just noticed movement outside and checked the cameras, only to see a massive swarm of zombies flooding down the street like a tidal wave. It was terrifying. If even a small portion of them reached the complex, it would be hard to stop.

So they came to alert him right away.

"I'll go take a look."

Lam Pham sprinted toward the complex entrance. As the security guard, he couldn't allow the residential area to be endangered. When he arrived, he saw the swarm rushing past the gate—so many that the ground trembled.

Aside from the growls of zombies, there was the faint sound of a car horn.

But the honking was already far away—hard to hear unless one paid close attention.

He didn't step outside to talk to the zombies like, "Please leave Sunshine Complex alone."

Because these zombies weren't even trying to get in.

"What are they doing?"

He stood quietly, watching. Soon, he heard a car, followed by hurried footsteps. The entrance offered limited visibility, so he entered the security room to check the surveillance.

A small delivery truck had stopped on the street. Three people jumped out, bags slung over their shoulders. After scanning their surroundings, they disappeared off-camera.

Old Man Vuong and Old Man Chu stood behind Lam Pham.

"Little Pham, just earlier a car came speeding through, honking nonstop—probably to attract the zombies. Looks like they were trying to lure the horde away to give the survivors a chance to scavenge supplies."

Old Man Vuong shared his analysis.

And just as Lam Pham wondered whether he should stop them—especially since the store they were targeting belonged to his friend Tiểu Thanh—

The distant car horn rang out again.

Honk honk honk!!!

And the sound of the zombie horde resumed.

The three scavengers, about to enter the store, froze.

The one with dyed blond hair—Hoàng Mao—looked furious.

"Damn it! He's trying to get us killed!"

He turned and ran full speed.

In the parked car, a man leaned out the window, yelling, "Hurry! Get in the car! He's gonna kill us!"

Just then, the car from earlier appeared again. A middle-aged man with a calm expression sat behind the wheel.

His name was Tran Hac. Before the apocalypse, he was a broadband installation technician. When everything went to hell, he stayed home with his wife and child. But as their food ran low, he comforted his family and ventured out alone to find supplies.

He was chased by a zombie.

Right when he thought he would die, a truck appeared. Two people jumped down—one with a shield, the other with a metal pipe—and quickly killed the zombie.

They saved his life. He asked to go with them, saying he had a wife and child. To his surprise, they agreed and even let him bring his family.

He thought he'd found good people.

But no.

The abyss had just opened.

The first day was fine—he got some rest.

But the second day, they revealed their true nature. They tied him up and raped his wife in front of him. She resisted and was thrown from an unfinished three-story hotel.

He wanted to fight back.

But they kidnapped his eight-year-old daughter. They told him that if he resisted, she'd be next.

Then they forced him to drive the car, honk, and lure zombies.

He knew—even if he survived—his fate would be worse than death. And his daughter? Unspeakable.

So if death was inevitable, why not die on his own terms?

"I won't let you monsters survive."

Tran Hac slammed the pedal, aiming the car straight at the truck.

Inside, the man in the driver's seat realized what was happening—

"No. . ."

Bang!

Two cars collided head-on, smoke drifting in the air, and the front ends of the vehicles crumpled from the impact.

Tran Hac's head slammed into the layered airbags. As his consciousness began to fade, he turned his head and looked at the frightened expressions of the three people outside—and couldn't help but smile.

The zombies were still chasing after them, not too far away now. But with the car wrecked, there was nowhere left for them to run.

"Run!"

Hoàng Mao screamed, frantically scanning the nearby stores for a place to hide. Time was running out—the zombies were barely twenty meters away. At best, they only had a few seconds left.

A zombie lunged forward like a cannonball, directly slamming into Hoàng Mao and sending him flying several meters. More zombies followed closely, diving in and tearing him apart.

The other two survivors raised makeshift shields and gripped metal pipes.

Bang!

A zombie rammed into them with terrifying force, knocking the shield away with ease. The sounds of flesh being torn and desperate screams echoed endlessly.

"Sh*t…"

One survivor managed to stab a zombie through the head with his steel pipe, but before he could react, a swarm of zombies overwhelmed him and brought him down.

Pure despair.

No signs of supernatural abilities, no chance to fight back.

Maybe a normal person could take one down one-on-one, but surviving inside a flood of zombies? Impossible.

After witnessing this, many refused to even go outside, choosing instead to starve to death.

Some believed that this type of zombie was now the apex predator of the world, and with no hope for the future, they ended their own lives.

There were many survivors in the early days in Hoang City. But they died in all sorts of ways—some to zombies, some to other survivors, and some to hopelessness itself.

"Little Pham, what are you doing?" Old man Vuong asked urgently as he saw Lam Pham move.

Lam Pham replied, "As a security officer, it's my duty to protect the safety of this apartment complex. There's a group of illegal zombies loitering outside our gate—I need to drive them away."

Old man Vuong: . . .

Old man Chu: . . .

Outside.

The group of zombies angrily slammed against car windows. One of them had already pulled the delivery driver out of his truck, while others were beating against another vehicle's windows.

Suddenly.

"Hey, you zombies—can you not loiter around Dương Quang Residence? Don't cause trouble here. There are elderly people, mothers and children living here. I hope you understand the law."

Lam Pham stood tall, filled with righteous fury, and shouted loudly.

He hated this kind of situation the most.

Just because they had numbers, they ignored the law and brought endless trouble to those around them.

Roar!

The zombies howled ferociously, drawn by the scent of his flesh and blood.

"I'm really angry now. . .