Zombie Apocalypse: Creation

By the time Kate and Xiaoyun were finished assembling the handgun, it was already four in the morning.

"Kate, you can go take a nap. I'll load the ammo myself." Xiaoyun suggested as he noticed Kate's eye could barely remain open.

"Okay... Wake me up when you need me."

As Kate fell asleep on the table, Xiaoyun started loading the bullet into the empty magazine.

This time, it was a lot faster than assembling the handguns since he didn't need to create the pieces while assembling them.

"Fifty handguns should be enough... At least for the few stations nearby here." Xiaoyun thought to himself as he counted the guns one by one.

With the guns out of the way, Xiaoyun had one last thing to do before going to sleep. It was the most simple yet most brain-draining task.

"Canned beef, tomatoes, bags of rice... I should just keep it simple for now."

As rows of canned food began appearing before Xiaoyun's eyes, he almost collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion.

The focus it took to create the gun shell, internal pieces, and ammo had already pushed him to the limit, but he couldn't just stop now.

"Just two more rows, and I can go sleep..." Xiaoyun thought to himself as he had already created several hundred stacked on top of each other.

After the two rows were finished, Xiaoyun couldn't stay up anymore, passing out directly on top of the food before he could reach the table.

---

"Wake up!"

Lianzheng's loud voice instantly made Tingliao jump out of his bed. At the same time, he accidentally wakes Zhezhe and Lingling up as well.

"Geez, you didn't need to be so loud. Couldn't you be more gentle? Everyone is awake now." Tingliao complained as he changed into his outdoor clothes.

Lianzheng could only awkwardly scratch his head, seeing Lingling with a grumpy face, indicating she was not happy waking up so early.

"I'll go cook breakfast."

As Lingling heads over to the stove, Zhezhe stood before the pantry, thinking of which food to pick.

"Tomato soup or Diced tomato? Or maybe I should pick the tomato paste? But they probably need something solid to go out——"

"Zhezhe, what's taking you so long?" Lingling yelled as she had already finished heating the pan.

"Sorry! Give me a second to open it. Why is the can opener so damn dull?"

As Zhezhe struggled to use the can opener to cut the can open, Tingliao decided to go behind her to help.

"Here. You have to put muscle to turn it open... There it goes. See? It's not that hard."

After three canned tomatoes were opened, Lingling quickly took them away from the two and started cooking them.

Although they called it cooking, it was just heating the diced tomatoes out of the can with salt and sugar and putting them on a plate.

"Tomato again?" Lianzheng complained as the three sat down on the floor mat, waiting for the food to be on the small coffee table.

"You're the one who went outside and gathered all the cans. Why are you complaining about it?" Lingling argued as she put the diced tomato plate onto the table, her face smiling at him.

Lianzheng didn't say anything back, as they both knew there was nothing they could do. It was still better than people who were starving and only having a meal once a week.

By the time the four were finished, the plate was licked clean to the point that not a single drop remained on it.

However, none of them felt full. Yet their faces showed they were satisfied, as the sweet and sour taste made them forget about their situation for a second.

But as reality set back in, they all had to continue with their days.

"Brother, what should we do now? Do we just wait for them to come over?" Tingliao asked as the clock struck nine in the morning.

"Yeah... There is not much we can do besides wait..."

As the four sat in boredom, Lingling suddenly reached her hand towards Lianzheng's thigh underneath the coffee table.

Slowly, she began unzipping his pants, pushing the underwear aside as she reached for the prize below.

"Ahem, Zhezhe and Tingliao, do you two want to go for a walk?" Lianzheng suggested as he kicked Lingling on the knee, warning her to stop.

The two got confused for a second, but seeing them blushing red and Lingling's hand reaching underneath, they immediately realized what Lingling and Lianzheng were doing.

"Okay! Be quick! They could come over at any time now... Don't forget to lock the door!"

Tingliao held in his laugh as he grabbed Zhezhe by the hand and ran out before the two could explain themselves.

As the door closed, Lianzheng pointed his finger right at Lingling's forehead, his face both showing anger and disappointment.

"Did you really have to do it in front of them? Can we not do it in a different time? They are right there. Do you think they are blind?"

As Lianzheng continued lashing out in anger, he didn't notice Lingling looking down more and more.

Eventually, it reached a boiling point for her as she couldn't handle his attitude any further.

"I just couldn't help it, okay? You and Tingliao are about to do something so risky. What if this is our last chance of being together——"

Just as Lingling was about to burst into tears, Lianzheng suddenly held her closer and kissed her right on the lips.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you so worried." Lianzheng apologized as he gently brushed his hand over her hair.

"I should be the one that's sorry... I shouldn't complain... I haven't even contributed anything for you——"

Lingling's mouth was interrupted once again by Lianzheng's kiss, only letting go after she pushed him back.

"You being here is the biggest contribution I needed... I love you, Lingling."

"I love you too."

As the room fell into silence, the two slowly leaned over each other's shoulder as they both thought back how far they had come.

But the moment was ruined as Lingling's stomach suddenly growled, indicating that she was still hungry.

"I'll go open——"

Before Lianzheng could head over to the pantry, Lingling pushed him back down onto the mat.

"I want you to fill up my 'stomach' down here," Lingling demanded as she rubbed her womb area, sitting directly on top of his lap.

"Fine, don't regret it when you actually get pregnant!"

Lianzheng finally couldn't hold it anymore as he pushed Lingling back down to the mat, forcing himself on top of her.

"Try me——Hm!"

---

As Tingliao and Zhezhe ran out onto the railroad, their faces were still a little red.

They both still remembered where sister Lingling's hand was located, with Lianzheng's embarrassed face seeing it unfold.

"Tingliao, you think they're doing it in the room right now?" Zhezhe curiously asked as they stopped and sat down at a ledge.

"Probably... Hey Zhezhe, do you want to go to my secret hideout?" Tingliao suddenly offered.

Zhezhe didn't hesitate a bit, accepting it by taking the initiative to grab his hand and letting him guide her on where to go.

After arriving back at the front door of their home, the two could both hear Lingling's moaning sound coming from the inside.

"Ahem, let's keep going."

Zhezhe agreed as they began heading back towards the station, but before they arrived there, they stopped at a well-known dead end in the railway that was abandoned.

"Why're we stopping here?" Zhezhe curiously asked.

"Just follow me... Make sure you don't make any noise, okay?"

Tingliao suddenly jumped high up into the air, grabbing the ledges on the wall before jumping higher again to grab another ledge.

With a vent in front of him, Tingliao clicked the two clips on the side, revealing the vent shell was just a cover as it easily slid right to the side.

"Come up!" Tingliao whispered as he leaned his hand down, signaling for her to grab his hand.

Zhezhe hesitated for a second as the height was a little bit scary, but after taking a step back, she ran up right onto the wall before jumping onto the ledges.

Without needing to grab Tingliao's hand, she was able to get right next to him.

"I'm not that weak, okay?" Zhezhe pointed out as she flexed her muscles.

"Yeah, sure, who was the one that couldn't use a can opener?" Tingliao jokingly pointed out.

"Hmph!" Zhezhe turned her face away from him in anger.

"Okay, okay, it was me who couldn't open it... Anyway, let's keep going."

As Zhezhe followed Tingliao further down the vent, she became curious about her surroundings, especially as the vent became larger and larger.

"Where are we?" Zhezhe curiously asked.

"We're almost at an abandoned station... This was meant for Foshan's 4th metro lines, but they couldn't finish it before the outbreak.

Don't tell Lianzheng about this, okay? Or else he'll kill me for bringing you here... Can you promise me that?"

Tingliao asked as he turned around, looking at Zhezhe right in the face as if he wanted to hear her say it out loud.