Chapter 4: Moore—A Manifestation of God!
Li Changsheng pondered for a moment, then shook his head. “This world has changed. I think the threats we face are not just the walking dead, but also the wicked among us.”
After a pause, he added, “Your group lacks vigilance and organization. I won’t entrust my life to a team like this.”
“But we’re doing fine now, aren’t we? Sean used to be a patrol officer—he’s reliable.”
Li Changsheng neither agreed nor disagreed.
Amy pursed her lips, clearly dissatisfied with his attitude, but soon remembered the purpose of her visit. “Hey, we’re having a simple dinner tomorrow. Why don’t you join us?”
“Me?” Li Changsheng found it odd. “I just beat Ed half to death. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate?”
“He brought that on himself! Don’t worry about him—he never eats with us anyway,” Amy replied indifferently.
Li Changsheng thought, Since I’m leaving soon, having a meal with these familiar faces from my past life’s TV shows doesn’t sound bad. So he answered, “Alright. But even at a dinner, don’t let your guard down.”
He’s not much older than me, but he nags like an old man... Amy muttered inwardly, but nodded carelessly.
...
While Li Changsheng and Amy were talking, news of the morning’s events had already spread through the camp.
As the eldest in the group, Dale stood atop his RV, keeping watch while rubbing his shotgun. “Impossible. Ed is so strong, and that Asian kid is way too scrawny—no way he could kick someone flying like that. It just doesn’t make sense!”
In front of the RV stood a little boy, about six or seven, innocence still written all over his face.
“It’s true! I heard Andrea say Sean couldn’t beat him either—she saw it with her own eyes,” Carl said excitedly. “Maybe he really knows martial arts! If he could teach me, we wouldn’t have to be afraid of those walkers anymore!”
At that moment, Lori and Sean approached.
“Carl, have you finished your homework? Go do your assignments!” Lori scolded gently.
Behind her, Sean’s face was dark, cursing Andrea for being such a gossip.
Clearly, he’d heard everything Carl just said.
Dale watched it all, muttering inwardly.
Could Carl be right? Could that Chinese guy really be so formidable?
But he quickly shook his head and sighed. Having Merle in the camp was trouble enough—if another strong-willed person joined, who knew what would happen.
At least Merle was out scavenging with Glenn and the others that afternoon...
...
All over downtown Atlanta, traces of Molotov cocktails could be seen. Charred bodies littered the streets.
These were the remnants of the military’s early attempts to contain the outbreak. Unfortunately, that plan had obviously failed.
In the western district, a brand new RV was parked by the roadside. A dozen or so walkers staggered around it, searching for food.
Suddenly—
A homemade spear pierced the skull of a male walker with a soft hiss. With a sharp twist, the spear was yanked free.
A dull thud—the walker collapsed instantly.
“That’s the two hundred and seventh one!” Li Changsheng muttered.
Having cleared out all the walkers, Li Changsheng rubbed his shoulder. Although the repeated thrusting didn’t tire him out, his shoulder felt somewhat swollen.
Still, his objectives were accomplished.
Glancing at the shelves, and seeing no one around, Li Changsheng didn’t bother sorting anything. He sealed the doors and windows, then swept the shelves—together with their contents—directly into his storage space.
He had three goals this trip.
First: generator fuel.
He remembered that the CDC exploded because its generator’s fuel tanks were all empty. On his first day out, he’d found several oil tankers and tossed them into his space.
Second: an RV.
By the first evening, he’d already found a brand new RV. Compared to Dale’s beloved old ride, his was far superior—complete with bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and living room.
Third: food.
Now, having cleared out this supermarket, his last objective was done. Li Changsheng silently congratulated himself.
He focused his mind on the mysterious space.
On the outer edge, near the shimmering barrier, five oil tankers stood side by side—three with diesel, two with gasoline.
By the abandoned building’s entrance were a white sedan and his new RV.
The rest of the space was packed with supermarket goods.
It looked just like a small shopping mall.
Li Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.
Now he didn’t need to worry about supplies for the foreseeable future, nor about the CDC blowing up, or having no place to sleep!
But he’d been out for a day and a night—it was time to head back.
He pushed open the supermarket’s side door, glanced around, and saw seven or eight walkers scattered in the alley.
With a swift swing of his blade, blood blossomed from their brows; within moments they all collapsed.
As he walked through the alley, a familiar voice suddenly echoed from a rooftop.
“Oh God, dear God!”
It was Merle!
Li Changsheng recognized the voice.
This guy had insulted him back at camp.
Judging by the situation, he’d been handcuffed to the rooftop by Rick!
Serves him right!
Merle wasn’t just arrogant in camp—he’d caused plenty of trouble, relying on his strength.
Aside from Daryl, no one liked him.
Li Changsheng was no exception.
But now, a different idea crossed his mind.
In the apocalypse, lone wolves rarely survived. Nothing was more important than a reliable team.
Even with his G-virus enhancements, he couldn’t do everything by himself.
Merle was no saint, but his brother, Daryl—the crossbowman—was a true asset.
Those two were close. If he could win over Merle, and have Merle bring Daryl along...
The thought sparked a plan in Li Changsheng’s mind.
He searched around and soon found a ladder in a walker-infested alley that led straight to the rooftop.
There were too many walkers, so Li Changsheng decided to jump across from the adjacent building.
After all, he was no ordinary man now.
...
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The door to the rooftop reverberated with the dull thuds of walkers pounding against it.
A thin chain was all that kept it shut. Behind the door, walkers pressed together, crazed by the scent of living flesh.
Merle, as frantic as an ant on a hot plate, pulled desperately at his handcuffs, his wrists raw and bleeding.
But no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free.
As the door threatened to burst open, Merle slumped helplessly onto the icy concrete, crying out, “God, oh God, please! I know I’m a bad man—I deserve this, I know! Tell me what to do!”
He smashed his head against the ground, hoping for inspiration.
Even a hard man like him was terrified of being devoured alive.
Bang. Bang.
Just then, the iron door to the rooftop was forced open, wide enough for a person to squeeze through. The stench of the dead wafted over from afar.
Merle panicked even more. “God, I’ll do anything—just save me! God, save me!”
Just as Merle was about to lose all hope—
Suddenly.
His eyes widened in shock. Following his gaze, a figure loomed larger and larger as it descended from above.
“Oh! It’s a miracle!”
“Good morning, Merle! Your god has arrived!” Li Changsheng’s voice rang out.
“Oh, God! I fucking love you!” Merle wept with joy. “It’s you, Asian kid! Asian kid, hurry, get these damn cuffs off me!”