(1) Sorry, I'm a Reporter, It's Just That the Apocalypse Came Too Fast (1)

"So terrifying! Perfectly fine, then just self-destructs! Didn't even provoke you!"

Lam Pham climbed ashore, soaking wet, vigorously patted his head, wiped his face, then poured out the water from the sword bag slung on his back. He clearly could have dodged, but the reason why he didn't was that it wasn't necessary; appearing like an ordinary person is very important.

Tidied up.

"Ugh ugh" roars transmitted from all directions.

"Very strange behavior. How did they appear here?"

Lam Pham was very puzzled. Zombies all wander; they shouldn't deliberately appear here where he was. Although he hadn't cleared zombies in this area, but based on what he knew, survivors wanting to leave Hoang city all chose to take this main road, thereby attracting zombie followers, finally leading the zombies far away.

Now such concentrated roars, one listen and knew the number was very large.

Left the riverbank, walked towards the roadside. The sticky fluid from the self-destructing zombie's explosion splattered all over the ground, flesh and blood still emitting a bit of heat. Searched for the zombies, found that group of zombies was actually in the distance.

Far away, he could see a group of people on a high place fighting against zombies. Heavy objects were smashed towards the zombies, also seemed like oil was poured and ignited, flames enveloping, making the zombies' roars even louder.

"Turns out they weren't coming for me."

He understood; it was all a misunderstanding. He thought the zombies specifically came to deal with him. After all, sitting nicely by the riverbank, looking at the distant scenery, sighing about life, summarizing thoughts, suddenly a self-destructing zombie roaring like an ox appeared behind him. Before he could say much, it directly self-destructed, the impact formed blasting the ground open, falling into the lake, drenching his body.

The self-destructing zombie just now was probably also limping towards that side, just walked too slowly. Seeing him sitting by the bank, didn't continue forward, but focused its gaze on him. Thinking of this, understandable, reasonable.

"Didn't expect there are still survivors. Let's see what the situation is."

He walked towards that side.

Buildings near Chao River were all open-as-gourmet-shops, high-end luxury goods stores.

Good road section, sufficient flow.

Survivors who can live until now are no longer ordinary survivors. Regardless of thoughts or courage, all incomparable to past survivors.

"Safety measures very good. When survivors can unite, seemingly terrifying zombies might not necessarily be able to bring them harm. United as one, jointly resisting zombies, this is humanity's future."

Lam Pham firmly believed such a principle.

All windows of that building were sealed. He saw zombies stacking Arhats, pounding the windows. But inside the windows were sealed with iron plates. Clearly, this group of survivors very seriously modified this place, just like their Duong Quang Apartments.

He hoped more survivors could band together for warmth. Facing alone is extremely difficult; banding together is the best choice.

Just thinking of the group of survivors encountered before, truly very crazy. A group crazily huddled together, seemingly very united, surviving together in the apocalypse. Actually, just birds of a feather, no trust whatsoever. Surface unity all just to harm others, obtain what they desire.

When no longer of value, just kicked away.

At this time.

That group of survivors held various modified weapons. Some used wooden sticks with daggers tied on, some transported household items, fiercely throwing them downwards.

Brought certain damage to this group of zombies.

On the building rooftop, a total of twelve survivors, men and women, but mostly male. In peaceful times, these lucky survivors might be elites from various professions. But now what they did was seek survival, using weapons in hand to resist zombies.

Among them, a thin, long-haired man held a simple bow and arrow, continuously shooting at zombies wanting to climb up. Don't just look at him unable to kill with one arrow, but still brought a certain threat to the zombies.

"Damn! Those people are too f***ing dog-like! Actually attracted zombies to our place! They want us to be wiped out!" The long-haired man, while shooting arrows, cursed angrily.

They treated this place as a main base, slowly developing in the apocalypse. And two days ago, they encountered another team of survivors.

Of course, they were on the rooftop, while the opponent drove. Looked at each other, also mutually vigilant.

In the apocalypse, what needs attention often isn't just zombies, but also other survivors.

Often some survivors are more terrifying than zombies. Their sinister hearts even zombies might not necessarily bear.

Who knew, just now encountered that group of driving survivors again. Zombies followed behind. That group actually led zombies here, then disappeared without a trace.

They, not knowing the truth, stood on the balcony, looked down below, met eyes with zombies, triggering zombie rage. Thinking of climbing to the balcony, crashing into their midst. Facing this situation, definitely couldn't sit idly by, could only fight desperately.

Fortunately, they were fully prepared. The number of zombies downstairs indeed was large, but not so many they couldn't stop. Humans, reason why can survive, often rely not on physical strength, but more so on brains, good at taking advantage, using tools to resolve immediate troubles.

Lam Pham stood under a tree, quietly watching the scene before him.

He didn't think of helping.

Not that he was cold-blooded, but this group of survivors could easily deal with it. A bit busy, yes, but letting them fight on their own, could gradually accumulate experience in fighting zombies.

In the future, have sufficient ability to survive.

If they found it hard to resist zombie impact, he would strike. After all, just a group of unfriendly zombies.

He found this group of survivors had clear division of labor, could effectively coordinate.

Now already far from the very beginning, when everyone was in a dazed state, helpless towards the outside situation.

Now being able to face calmly is a good start.

After a moment.

Relying on various skills, resolved all zombies downstairs. Lam Pham couldn't help but exclaim in surprised admiration. Truly formidable! Who says survivors have no way in the apocalypse?

They are truly very strong.

Just that if evolved-form zombies existed just now, the impact on them would be very great. Evolved-form zombies, regardless of speed or strength, physique, all received enhancements, resistance to killing also very strong.

If what appeared was a Strength-type zombie, this possibly reinforced bronze door might not necessarily bear the Strength-type zombie's bombardment.

"Truly formidable," Lam Pham praised.

Balcony. This group of survivors, busy until heads full of sweat, looked at the corpses downstairs. For them, considered a harvest after resistance.

The long-haired man thought about continuing to make some arrows, shifted his gaze, suddenly saw by that tree not far away, a figure actually stood there. That figure stood motionless, staring at him. Startled him, hurriedly reminded people beside.

Following his reminder, survivors on the balcony all looked over there.

"When did he appear?"

"Don't know. We were dealing with zombies all along, don't know when he appeared."

"Be careful. I'm afraid this guy was sent by another survivor team to monitor us."

They didn't shout for the opponent to leave. The opponent was near Chao River. If sound attracted zombies, unlucky ones would be them, while the opponent could jump into the river and leave.

During this period, they knew zombies could float on water. When there's sound, zombies will struggle randomly, sink to the bottom of the water.

"He's coming towards our side."

Their expressions serious.

Truly bold. Knowing we just killed so many zombies here, yet still dare to approach.

Who on earth gave him his courage?

"Hello."

Lam Pham stood downstairs, tilted his head, softly.

Surrounding zombies didn't make him scared. For him, zombies just a kind of irrational fellow. Besides charging towards people like mad dogs, truly no other ability.

Survivors on the rooftop looked at each other.

Eyes strange.

Opponent initiated exchange with them.

They observed the surrounding situation, wanting to know if any terrifying survivor teams were silently watching here.

No, haven't seen until now.

"Who are you?"

Lam Pham smiled, "My name is Lam Pham, Hoang city ordinary citizen. Walking on the road, saw you besieged by zombies. Originally thought of helping you, but seeing you could deal with it yourselves, I stood there watching. Thought, if you couldn't hold on, I would help you."

This group of survivors was stunned. Damn! These words truly bragging without drafting! Really think carrying a sword makes oneself a character?

"Haha! We can handle it ourselves! Where did you come from? Better hurry back where you came from!"

Lam Pham said, "Can I come inside for a look? If you have any difficulties, I am very willing to help."

As long as not encountering that kind of survivor met before, even if some mistakes, he could also understand. This is lowering the standard of approval towards past standards.

The long-haired man said gravely, "We don't need it here. Please leave."

They were prepared for the opponent to pester. If the opponent dared to harm them, absolutely must take his life. The long-haired man gripped the bow and arrow in his hand tightly, ready to strike at any time.

Hearing these words.

Lam Pham could understand their situation. Face smiling, "I have no ill intentions, also understand your thoughts of letting me leave. I just want to say, you are truly very formidable. Work hard. The apocalypse is terrifying, but as long as united and striving, ultimately can overcome. Hope you can persist. Goodbye."

Finished speaking.

He turned and left.

He knew this group of survivors' mood. Anyone seeing a strange survivor would be vigilant. Through his observation, this group of survivors had skills, could unite to resist zombies. Indicated they had experienced several trainings, should be different from survivors he encountered before.

This group of survivors on the rooftop watched Lam Pham's departing back.

"What's he doing?"

"Somewhat inexplicable. But cannot be negligent. In case the opponent has other intentions, leave people here to observe. We go down first."

"Okay."

On the road.

Lam Pham smiled. Being able to meet survivors is a joyful thing. Besides, not that kind of survivor team that harms others. If this group of survivors just now, when resisting zombies, betrayed each other, harmed each other, perhaps he would go inside, see the situation, whether there were oppressed survivors, etc.

Street exit.

Red light shining brightly.

Lam Pham stopped his steps, waiting.

Traffic rules need to be followed.

Looked at the flashing red light, thought of a story seen before. In a certain country, women wearing red clothes represented married, cannot be hit on, must keep a distance. Wearing green attire meant unmarried, can charge in. The inventor precisely relied on such inspiration to invent this traffic light.

Suddenly.

He saw a familiar figure.

Wheelchair, old grandma, zombie.

The old grandma faced the wall, head tilted, gloomily roaring, wanting to move yet unable. In that dim corner, appeared extremely solitary.

Lam Pham walked towards that side.

"Old Grandma, are you okay?"

Even turned into a zombie, still an old person. The old grandma zombie growled lowly, as if responding to Lam Pham.

Lam Pham pushed the wheelchair, "Old Grandma, I'll take you to a good place to see the scenery."

In peaceful times, old grandma should have filial children.

Just who could have thought, apocalypse arrived, everything changed.

He pushed the old grandma to the Chao River scenic spot, fixed the wheelchair, said softly, "Old Grandma, you've turned into a zombie. But you don't have any ability to harm others. Understand your loneliness, understand your solitude. Look at the scenery before you, very beautiful."

Finished speaking, turned and left.

What could be done was these things.

Turned his head to look. The old grandma sitting in the wheelchair tilted her head, looking at Chao River's beautiful scenery. Mood definitely very good.

...

Several days later.

Apocalyptic life was very calm. Besides colliding with zombies, other things very normal. Quiet, very hard to see survivors.

Duong Quang Apartments.

"Okay, how does it look?"

Lam Pham held a mirror, swaying it before Tu Trach Duong. Tu Trach Duong told him his hair was a bit long, uncomfortable wearing a hat. Thinking of himself still being a part-time barber, proactively told Tu Trach Duong, Let me cut your hair. Fee very cheap, just ten yuan. Such a low price, naturally agreed.

Tu Trach Duong, facing the mirror, looked left, looked right, extremely satisfied, "Really not bad."

"Thanks, for your patronage. Ten yuan."

Lam Pham grinned, took the money, happily put it in his pocket.

Sis Li, standing aside with Phi Phi, said, "Little Pham, trim Phi Phi's a bit. Her bangs a bit long. When studying, hangs down, always covers her eyes."

Phi Phi obediently stood aside, "Mom, I feel no need."

She deeply doubted Uncle Lam's skill. Witnessed Uncle Lam cutting Uncle Tu's hair, hand somewhat shaky, movements not considered smooth. She feared her own hair would suffer severe injury.

Thinking carefully, seemed whenever she fell into Uncle Lam's hands, never had good things happen.

Ly Mai glared at her, "What no need? Look at your bangs! Longer than anyone else's! So bad facing the road! You really should learn from Dinh Dinh, Tao Khanh sisters! They are so obedient!"

Phi Phi shrank her head.

Dared not speak.

She was the big sister among the girls, but this big sister always couldn't set the example a big sister should, instead often surpassed by younger sisters. This made her somewhat desperate. Why are you guys so outstanding? Can't you yield a bit, give this big sister some face?

Lam Pham smiled, "Phi Phi, trust me. Uncle's skill is capable."

Phi Phi sat there, still scared, "Uncle, agreed, just cut bangs, not other hair."

"Okay, rest assured."

Haircutting indeed a technical job. But for Lam Pham, having had several experiences, felt skill quite good. Just cutting bangs naturally no problem.

Snip! Snip!

Trimming.

Phi Phi somewhat nervous.

At this time, Dinh Dinh, leading Tao Khanh sister, came downstairs. Seeing Phi Phi getting a haircut, also stood aside watching.

"Wow! Uncle Lam's skill really formidable! Phi Phi sister's bangs look so good!" Dinh Dinh said.

Tao Khanh said, "Mm, really good-looking."

The residential area scope just this large. For children, having playmates, won't feel bored. And adults can restrain themselves. Even if feeling extremely bored waiting, also will endure.

Phi Phi's eyeballs darted, looked at Dinh Dinh and Tao Khanh.

Thought inwardly.

Could it really look very good?

She was somewhat expectant.

Ly Mai, beside, pointed, "Little Pham, trim a bit more."

"Okay."

Towards parents' requests, as a barber, he naturally one hundred percent obeyed. Outstanding barbers often just point, You shut up for me! Don't direct me from the side! I'm cutting, not you! You go, you come!

And Lam Pham was just a novice barber, completely followed the child's parents' requests. However you want it done, then do it that way.

Snip! Snip!

"Trim a bit more."

"Okay."

Phi Phi couldn't help but speak, "Mom, could it be cut too short?"

Ly Mai said, "It's okay, still very long."

Phi Phi panicked a bit, heart thumping extremely, as if something bad was about to happen.

Dinh Dinh exclaimed in admiration, "Wow! Phi Phi sister's bangs look so good! Uncle Lam's skill really great!"

Tao Khanh looked at Dinh Dinh sister. Perhaps seeing Dinh Dinh sister say so, similarly nodded, "Good-looking."