When the last light in the sky disappeared, Ark had already returned to his apartment.

This seemingly inconspicuous building is one of a few in the apartment block, in addition to an iron door installed along with solar panels on the rooftops. You can also jump from the emergency staircase to the next apartment to escape, there is a relatively open space in front and behind the building, and even an underground parking space where his car is parked for the worst-case scenario of being completely abandoned this place.

In addition, this is originally a suburb; whether it is survivors or infected, the number is much less than in the city, making it relatively safer.

The most strategic part is that this was near a small furniture factory and warehouse, filled with the smell of inferior paint and wood, completely able to cover up Ark's smell.

Those monsters, after the virus infection, not only did not lose their five senses, but also became stronger. During the dark hour, those senses were even more heightened, making them incomparable to ordinary people.

The keys to these rooms were given to him a month ago before the disaster by his brother-in-law for him to manage since he was fired from work. Most people who once lived in his apartment left during the initial outbreak of the virus. After the first wave of infection reached this city, either they made it to a safe place or met their demise. Most of it, he looted and reorganized as a storage area.

Before going to bed, Ark first fed the bound infected a piece of rotten frozen meat, then left it in the underground parking space, and returned to his residential room, locking the iron door. Only then did he rest with peace of mind.

Even in sleep, Ark did not cut off the spiritual connection between himself and the infected that he bound. Although it is more tiring, on the other hand, it is equivalent to having a lookout for him as they are spread out around his apartment.

To let himself rest, but also to maintain the connection between himself and the bound zombies, is easier said than done. In fact, it is very difficult to do. Ark tried countless times to grasp the degree until he found a way in one of the biology books that he read. Now, when he sleeps, he is always in a light sleep state, similar to the survival instinct of a dolphin, and can even hear the subtle movements around.

But today Ark was unable to sleep, his mind from time to time appearing from his past...

After his wife passed away from cancer, the person he missed the most in this world is only her, his beloved, also a college colleague sweetheart, Wang Lan.

Even during his time as an English professor, many students of hers were saddened to hear of her passing, believing that she could survive this. Even Ark believed that as well, but it was just a wishful thought that would never come true.

Among her students, her favorite was a blonde tomboy wearing boys' clothes, an infamous troublemaker within the Academy.

Before the outbreak of the disaster, he defended this troublemaker from expulsion, due to her defying the board director's son who was flirting. The last words given to him were...

"Professor Brooks, You're Fired!!!"

Those words, followed by his plummeting reputation and career...

In fact, Ark also knew that the troublemaker most likely died. When the disaster broke out, it first spread within the city, remember the route between the dormitories and the Academy, it's highly likely to be so...

Because of this, Ark always had a knot in his heart, whether alive or dead, he felt that he should find this troublemaker and his wife's other students for her sake and his.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll go and find them..."

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After preparing for so long, Ark felt that with the ability to control zombie puppets, he should be able to pass through this city.

In his mind, he remembered the shortest route to take him to the Academy and he also already sketched out where she and the others might appear. Though it was far from here, there were two residential areas in between and a bridge to cross to the city area.

However, in order to pass through as safely as possible, Ark had already made ample preparations for this long journey. Everything would have to wait until tomorrow...

At dawn, Ark Brooks opened his eyes and jumped down from his bed. After arranging his backpack again, Ark took a deep breath and went downstairs.

Under his control, the bound infected had been standing in the underground parking space obediently, and its clothes were wet from the cold air. It didn't look tired at all.

For some reason, the sudden appearance of the large-scale outbreak of the virus not only turned many living people into monsters, but also made their bodies very strong. However, Ark believed that to maintain the body's high-intensity consumption, they were driven by instinct to keep eating, and the only source of food is the living and uninfected people and animals.

After holding the machete tightly, Ark opened the iron gates and controlled the bound zombies to follow along the predetermined task he had given.

Under his control were five bound zombies, two for guarding his apartment for signs of thugs and thinning the herd infection, two were his spotters and scouts for possible pathways and unwanted hazards, and one that he currently used as a wingman.

As soon as he entered the residential area, the number of infected wandering on the road increased. In this kind of place, it's highly not recommended to use the usual method of attracting by sound because the environment is too open and complicated; it is easy to put oneself in danger.

The only way is to send his two bound zombies to scout ahead and choose a place with fewer zombies and pass through as quietly as possible.

For ordinary people to move in this kind of environment, the chances of survival are lowered. Fortunately, Ark has the ability to control zombies.

With the cooperation of the bound zombies, Ark continuously found safer pathways and killed more than a dozen zombies, finally passing through this area, arriving at a relatively prosperous part of the residential area in the past.

This is considered the transition area between the urban area and the suburbs, and in Ark's prediction, this street would lead him towards the main national road to the bridge to the city area.

The street is full of abandoned cars, the shops along the way are open, and at a glance, it is dark.

In addition to the bloodstains everywhere, there are only zombies left roaming, telling the tale of its chaos.

Even if these days he killed a lot of zombies, this is the first time for Ark to see such a large number of zombies gathered together compared to when he was observed from his apartment's balcony.

Roughly looking, just within his field of vision, there are probably dozens of zombies, not to mention those hiding in the dark. This is considered a herd infection zone in his mind dictionary.

Ark planned to go to a higher place to observe and send his two bound zombies for possible pathways, did not expect to just walk to a residential building, he heard a scream closely not far away.

"Help!"

Did not expect that there are still survivors here! Ark quickly controlled the two bound zombies, and carefully moved towards the direction of the sound.

Outside of a residential building, more than a dozen zombies gathered, they are madly hitting the security gate of the unit entrance.

Behind the gate are two young men with frightened looks, desperately calling for help.

"Idiots...", Ark frowned, somewhat nervously looking around through one of the bound zombie's viewpoints.

This kind of shouting will only attract more zombies, even Ark knows very well that such a beginner move in this apocalyptic world could be disastrous. With his ability's current strength, it would only harm him if he rashly aided them.

Sure on cue, some zombies were quickly attracted over. The security gate was constantly hit, making "bang bang" sounds, the connection beginning to hit its limits.

The two young men's faces were ashen, in extreme fear, their screams heart-wrenching...

"Dang!"

With a loud noise, the security gate was finally knocked down, and the screams of the two young men were quickly drowned...

But this was an open opportunity for Ark; while many zombies were attracted, he could just pass through this area.

After smoothly passing through this herd-dense area, Ark did not have time to be morally obligated or complacent about his fortune. He found that the intersection in front was blocked by a bus and a few cars.

When the disaster broke out, the number of vehicles involved in vehicular accidents was not small, not to mention this bus full of passengers. Whether the passengers in the bus mutated or were frightened by the situation on the road, this kind of tragedy could likely happen.

Looking at the situation, this bus and these deformed cars tried to avoid a series of collisions, probably the bus driver was mutated and lost control.

Just don't know what the exact situation of what happened inside the bus, along with the passengers in the bus itself, maybe they trapped to death, or maybe all turned into zombies...

Ark started to move around and path leeway to this collision, but when he stared at the bus, his thoughts wandered.

He knew that his wife's students came to the Academy, it seems they always commuted by bus... When this thought came out, Ark's look at the bus changed.

He felt his heart suddenly beat very violently, looking forward to it, but also felt fear.

There is a great possibility that the troublemaker and other students of his passing wife were in this bus at the time. If they did not escape in time, they should still be here.

Although he felt that he was fully prepared, when he really had to face it, Ark still felt a little panic.

Is it a rotten corpse, or nothing left, or...

...

After a long breath, Ark controlled the bound zombies, climbing onto the deformed front of the bus.

The feeling of controlling the bound zombies is very convenient, as if he has an extra body. Through the spiritual connection with the virus, binding an infected allows him not only to control the actions of the bound zombies but also to receive feedback from the bound zombie's five senses. It's considered to be a form of clairvoyance.

But between Ark and the bound zombie, there is still a layer of barrier, preventing him from freely controlling the bound zombie.

In Ark's view, perhaps the realm of independent free action should involve fusion with the bound zombie, aligning it entirely with his will.

Although it's highly risky, Ark is still looking forward to testing this realm.