Parallel World- an Apocalypse Hero

What were the couple downstairs conspiring about? Jonathan had no way of knowing. At this moment, he was focused on figuring out how to kill 10 zombies as quickly as possible to recharge his system.

He found a large wrench and a hollow steel pipe in the tool room on the second floor. Additionally, he came across a military knife in the desk drawer.

This made Jonathan very happy.

The only regret was that he couldn't find any firearms in the house.

In the U.S., firearms are legal, and as long as one has the proper gun ownership permit, they can legally possess a firearm. However, it was clear that the previous owner of this house had no intention of owning a gun.

Or perhaps, for some reason, he was not qualified to own one.

Now, Jonathan planned to use the tools at hand to craft a spear.

Jonathan had long considered that, for dealing with zombies like these, the most appropriate weapon would be a spear.

The spear had the advantage of length—an extra inch would make it that much stronger. Additionally, stabbing was less exhausting than swinging. Moreover, bladed weapons like knives could easily get stuck in a zombie's bones and be difficult to remove.

With so many zombies, even a good knife would dull quickly from repeated strikes, while a dagger would not.

From the car crash earlier that attracted a large number of zombies, it seemed that the zombies were very sensitive to sound.

Therefore, using firearms to kill zombies might not actually be the best choice.

While fixing the knife to one end of the steel pipe with rope and rivets, Jonathan began to think about his next steps, based on what he had seen earlier and the knowledge he had gleaned from zombie TV shows.

 Knock knock knock...

A series of knocks echoed from the door.

Jonathan, holding the spear he had just crafted, cautiously opened the bedroom door.

"Hello, sir!" A melodious female voice came from outside.

Tiffany leaned seductively against the doorframe. Her tall, slender, and sexy figure formed an enticing S-curve. Her snow-white, firm chest was barely visible from the side—though not large, it was perfectly rounded and firm.

"Hello, Mrs. Hopkins. What can I do for you?"

Seeing the beautiful woman standing alone at the door made Jonathan—a man who had been single for thirty years—nervously dry-mouthed. His mind couldn't help but wander. If it weren't for Henry, perhaps he could have had a nice "end-of-the-world" romance with Tiffany.

However, Jonathan's upbringing and moral values made him quickly dismiss such thoughts. Though the idea briefly crossed his mind, he knew deep down that he couldn't do anything immoral.

Right now, all he wanted was to live peacefully with these two in this apocalyptic world. It would be nice to have company in the end times.

Tiffany glanced at the makeshift spear Jonathan was holding, and a slight frown appeared on her face. But she quickly masked it, replacing the expression with a soft, charming smile. 

"Sir, could you do us a favor? Some of our essential supplies were left in the car, and they're really important to us. I'd like to ask you to help my husband get them," Tiffany said, gently placing her hand on Jonathan's shoulder and looking at him with pleading eyes. "I know you're a brave and strong man, and you have a kind heart. A good man like you would definitely help me, right? You couldn't possibly let a delicate woman like me go out and face those zombies alone..." 

 Jonathan felt the warmth of Tiffany's touch and the lightness of her hand gliding across his chest. A tingling sensation spread through him, but as his mind recalled the image of the mass of zombies flooding the front yard earlier, he didn't hesitate to refuse. 

"The yard is filled with zombies; I don't think it's a good idea to go out there now. I'm sorry, Mrs. Hopkins, but I can't help you. If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest." 

 Most men would have been swayed by such a vulnerable, seductive request from a beautiful movie star like Tiffany and would have eagerly agreed to help. But for Jonathan, was his pride more important than his life? 

To risk so much just for a few supplies didn't seem worth it. 

 "It's midday, and most of the zombies outside have dispersed. I just checked, and there are only five left in the yard. The rest have already left. I believe that with the two of us, killing those five zombies shouldn't be too difficult. Plus, the damaged iron gate needs to be fixed," Henry added, walking over and nodding toward Jonathan. 

 "The zombies have scattered so quickly?" 

Jonathan was surprised. He stepped out of the bedroom and followed them to the living room window. Looking outside, he saw that the front yard, once teeming with zombies, now only had eight remaining, stumbling aimlessly under the eaves. Even these zombies appeared lethargic and weak, as if they were very inactive. 

 "These undead seem to dislike the sunlight. The sun is pretty strong today, so the zombies have all taken shelter in the shade. I only noticed this a few days ago. If it weren't for last night's heavy rain, we might have already reached the shelter by now," Henry said quietly, analyzing the situation. 

 This was, in fact, good news for Jonathan.

 These zombies were already clumsy, and with their dislike for sunlight and their lack of activity during the day, it would be much easier to deal with the stragglers once the majority of the zombies had dispersed. 

 Now was the perfect time to go outside and kill zombies to recharge the system! 

"Alright! I can help you," Jonathan said, gripping his spear tightly and taking a deep breath. "Once we go outside, I'll handle the zombies. You two can focus on getting the supplies from the car." 

Helping Henry and his wife was secondary. The main priority was that he needed to kill zombies to give the system enough energy, and this was a great opportunity. 

Upon hearing Jonathan's agreement, Tiffany and Henry exchanged a surprised look, their faces momentarily showing a complex expression.