Even though Fugui Yangyang was pale and terrified, clutching his chest and saying he was scared, not a single person in the fast food restaurant who had witnessed the whole thing believed his nonsense.
Ha, I wonder who it was that shattered two glass walls with a single chair.
It's even more absurd that someone pretended to be dead and scurried over with the zombies, all while drinking milk.
If it weren't for the fact that this kid has an excessively beautiful face that makes it hard to speak harshly to him, and if it weren't for the fact that he really did save someone in a critical moment, any other guy who acts all high and mighty would have been beaten up on the spot by the hot-tempered eldest brother among the survivors.
pity.
However, compared to the adults' speechless reaction, children readily accepted this heroic, show-offy style. They even seemed to understand the hero's fear—
There's no conflict between being afraid of those who become strange and terrifying and being a great hero.
They were scared too, but that didn't stop them from wanting to be heroes!
"Brother, brother! Were you just pretending to be dead to fool those crazy, biting monsters?"
"Angel brother! Can you teach us how to play dead? Nana is afraid of those people, Nana doesn't want to be bitten!"
"Get out of here! This isn't an angel brother! I just finished watching the anime yesterday, he's Ultraman of Holy Light! Brother, besides pretending to be dead, you must have other amazing moves, right? Teach us, and then we'll fight monsters together!"
"No, this is Washington! There can't be Ultraman here! My brother must be a deity who can play dead! Or he's a monkey in disguise!"
The children in the fast food restaurant surrounded the beautiful woman, all chattering and asking her to learn how to pretend to be dead.
The parents who should have called the children to stop remained silent. Clearly, although they were somewhat speechless at the wealthy beauty's feigned death, and some of the strong fathers or young men looked down on her, when it came to life and death, they were all sensible and pragmatic people.
If playing dead can help them escape this living hell, then it doesn't matter how miserable they act!
Gou Fugui clearly understood what these people were thinking. If he really had the skill to play dead, he would be very willing to help these people gain more chances of survival.
However, this was Yang Yang Fugui's innate skill, something that ordinary people could never learn, so he couldn't joke about these people's lives.
"Sorry, I can't teach you how to play dead. It's my special skill, and no one else can learn it."
Before the children could even ask questions in disappointment after Gou Fugui uttered these words, some impatient adults shouted in dissatisfaction:
"If you don't want to teach, don't lie. What kind of talent or skill is there in playing dead? Isn't it just about lying on the ground with your eyes closed and holding your breath? You're making it sound like some amazing divine skill."
Although the other onlookers remained silent, most of them shared the same dismissive expression as the pot-bellied young man who had spoken.
The girl rescued by Gou Fugui frowned upon hearing this, wanting to say something, but she saw her savior first smile at everyone, then suddenly turn pale and clutch her chest, as if even her voice had become weak:
"Don't surround me like this... it makes me feel panicked and scared."
"When I panic or get scared, my heart races, and then I might faint."
As he was saying this, he suddenly slumped to the ground, his body stiffened, and he stopped breathing as if he were about to die.
"Damn it!! Again?!"
The pot-bellied young man who had spoken first was about to curse indignantly, but a bespectacled, seemingly sophisticated young father suddenly bent down and checked Fugui Yangyang's breath. Then, raising his eyebrows, he pressed Fugui Yangyang's carotid artery. Five seconds later, he jumped up as if startled, blurting out his judgment:
He's dead!
"Holy crap, are you kidding me?! He's obviously faking his death!"
But the bespectacled, elite father, his face ashen, said, "You can pretend to breathe through your nose, but tell me how you can fake your heart stopping?!"
"He has no heartbeat!! His body is cold and stiff, how could he still be alive!!"
Then the pot-bellied young man and the surrounding onlookers all showed expressions of disbelief, even finding it absurd and laughable.
Is this person dead?
He actually died from being frightened by their presence?!
Is there anything more absurd than this?!
Then the "dead" lying on the ground told them, and of course there are others, such as the corpse coming back to life on the spot.
The wealthy dead man suddenly opened his eyes under everyone's gaze, then turned his neck and stiff body and gave a delicate smile to the crowd who were looking at him as if he were a monster.
"The special ability I'm referring to is the ability to temporarily stop my heartbeat."
I was afraid I wouldn't be able to explain it clearly, so I demonstrated dying on the spot. Do you understand now?
The onlookers: "..."
I understand now, I understand so well that I'll never forget this scene for the rest of my life.
"Hold your breath, slow your blood flow, stop your heartbeat, and stiffen your body. Then, be bold and careful. Don't be afraid when zombies approach, and don't rush to escape when monsters leave. Determine the best route and jump up and run when it matters!"
"This is my special technique for playing dead." The wealthy sheep, still clutching his chest, earnestly explained his experience of playing dead.
"However, please do not imitate if you are not a professional or have no talent for it."
"If you fail, you can easily die."
Everyone: ...Did you really need to say those last two lines of nonsense?! Ah!!
Having realized there was no way to imitate Fugui Yangyang's feigned death technique, the survivors in the fast food restaurant couldn't help but feel frustrated.
I originally thought I could escape alive, but now it seems that it may be difficult to leave in the short term.
Fortunately, the place they chose as their shelter was a fast-food restaurant. Even if they were trapped, with water and food there, they should be able to hold out until the military came to rescue them.
In contrast, those hiding in clothing, shoe, and luxury goods stores are the ones who are truly unlucky and have a hard time.
Thinking this, many people in the fast food restaurant rushed to the kitchen to see how much food was left in the store.
However, they quickly received an accurate answer from the store's staff: "Our store sells fried chicken, hamburgers, and drinks. Since most of them are frozen semi-finished products, there is enough food to feed 500 people for three days if the power is not interrupted."
By this time, someone had already tallied the approximate number of people in the fast food restaurant and interjected, "There are over 130 people here now!"
For a fast food restaurant that can only accommodate a maximum of twenty tables, more than 130 people were rather crowded.
However, if we consider the minimum space each person occupies, there is enough space for more than 130 people, plus a wheelchair-bound teenager, to find a place to sit down and rest while maintaining a certain distance from each other in the fast food restaurant.
In addition, the food supply is enough to feed 500 people for three days. Now they only have a little over 130 people, so they should be able to survive for six or seven days.
The group, who had been feeling somewhat dejected, finally cheered up – surely six or seven days wouldn't be enough time for the military to come and rescue them? Maybe tonight or tomorrow morning, the army would arrive in vehicles to rescue them!
So, all we can do now is to play it safe.
The first two days were indeed fine.
Inside the fast-food restaurant, everyone pulled down the sunshades to block the sight and senses of the wandering undead outside. They also piled up the counter and chairs against the fragile glass wall.
The surviving employees prepared rations of food for everyone, encouraged and supported each other, told stories to the children, and waited for rescue to arrive.
But no rescue came.
It's unclear whether the country has more important matters to attend to, or whether Times Square in Shanghai has become the epicenter of the disaster, making it difficult for the military to enter.
Anyway, while everyone was already seeing on their phones that the country was establishing safety zones, experts were analyzing that the disaster was directly related to the fifth-generation liquid gold, and that all 3,888 offline sales points for liquid gold worldwide were experiencing a "living dead" disaster, the people at Times Square in Shanghai were still waiting for rescue.
The atmosphere in the fast food restaurant began to turn anxious.
Even the wealthy sheep was thinking that this was not a place to stay for long. There were more and more infected and undead outside. In the past two days alone, there had been more than a dozen instances of undead banging on the glass doors and glass walls.
If things continue like this, the glass walls of fast food restaurants that are not sturdy enough may break down at any time.
Therefore, it is still necessary to leave this place as much as possible and go to the nearby safe zones that the government sends to everyone via mobile phone.
The safe zone closest to Gou Fugui and his group's Times Square was not in Shanghai, but in Yantai, a coastal city not far from Shanghai, with a relatively sparse population and a terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Even if you drive on the highway, it will take at least three hours.
Not to mention, in this world, the wealthy sheep doesn't own a car.
However, the mixed-race teenager in the wheelchair has a car.
It is said to be a specially modified, high-tech, high-defense, high-speed off-road vehicle.
“But my car is parked at the very back of the garage, and given the current situation, it’s almost impossible for me to get in from the garage.”
"If you can drive my car out, in exchange you can drive or ride in my car."
The boy in the wheelchair sat there, speaking calmly, and seemed to have a better mental fortitude than even the wealthy sheep.
Meanwhile, other people in the fast food restaurant who had overheard their conversation quickly gathered around and chimed in:
"Yeah, you can play dead! Why don't you help us drive the car out? It shouldn't be too difficult for you, right? The garage isn't far from here, it's just over there at the underground parking entrance!"
"If you pretend to be dead, it'll only take you twenty minutes to go back and forth. In two hours, you can drive back six cars!"
"Yes, yes, young man, if you work a little harder, you can get all our cars out in less than five hours, right? Hey, then we can get out of here! Finally, we don't have to wait here for rescue anymore!"
The group surrounding Fugui Yangyang, the wheelchair-bound boy, and the girl who had been following their savior began chatting happily among themselves. It seemed they had already decided that Fugui would fake his death and drive for them.
The almond-eyed girl with short, ear-length hair looked at the people around her with an incredulous expression. Some people deliberately looked away after meeting her gaze, while others stared at her even more confidently.
The boy in the wheelchair showed no surprise at the sight. He gently stroked the armrests of his wheelchair and looked up at the long-haired youth.
See? People are always greedy and selfish.
Instead of being grateful when you offer help, they will take advantage of you.
This time, he wanted to see how this "saintly father" who was willing to sacrifice himself to save others would deal with such increasingly aggressive oppression.
Should he clutch his heart and weep in despair? Or should he angrily curse and provoke the crowd before leaving alone? Or, worst of all... he's forced to become a tool of this group.
Then, the wheelchair-bound boy and the almond-eyed girl saw the handsome young man with long hair slowly cover his chest again. Under everyone's pressing gaze, he asked timidly and delicately:
"Um, do I look like an idiot?"
The group, each with their own thoughts: ...What??
"Ah, if you don't understand what '250' means, then let me put it another way. It's like, do I look like an idiot, a moron, a fool, a coward, or someone whose head was kicked by a donkey?"
"If I don't look like it, then why would you let me drive for you? Just because you have big faces?"
Instantly, the almond-eyed girl's eyes widened, and the wheelchair-bound boy almost pressed the wrong control button on his wheelchair, but he quickly laughed.
It seems this person is not a saint who can be manipulated at will; he is choosing to leave on his own.
The people in the store who were told their faces were as big as basins initially doubted what they had heard, but after realizing what they had heard, they were about to collectively erupt.
At this moment, the wealthy and beautiful woman spoke up: "I won't drive for you. But I can help you attract most of the living dead in the underground parking garage. Whoever wants to drive away can come with me."
"What era are we living in? Are there still brain-dead people who pin their entire hope for survival on others?"
"If you're a man, come with me to the underground parking garage! Unless you're not men!"
The majority of men in the fast food restaurant, about to erupt in anger: "Fuck!"
Then, surprisingly, more than a dozen real men stood up and wanted to follow Gou Fugui to the underground parking garage, along with two women who were even more assertive than the men.
wheelchair boy: "..."
"If you're a man, come with me to the underground parking garage! We'll drive our cars by number to attract the monsters' attention!"
"If you can't play dead, you can at least swear to get attention, right? If we can hold on, we can win!"
The dozen or so people standing behind Fugui Yangyang carefully noted down their numbers and nodded solemnly.
At this moment, Fugui Yangyang, who was the leader of the sheep, suddenly thought of a certain werewolf.
If that guy were here, he'd probably say to every guy who tries to get Yuanyuan to drive for him: Screw you!
Bar?
It was just a fleeting moment, a sudden pang of longing.
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