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The Apocalypse: I Use Stinky Socks to Fight Zombies
墨書 Inktalez
The abandoned soccer field at night was eerily silent, driving me to the brink of madness.
The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the surrounding zombies roamed restlessly, as if they had caught a whiff of living flesh.
I crouched beneath the bleachers, holding my breath, my heart racing as if it might burst from my chest.
In my hands, I clutched a worn-out soccer shoe and a few pairs of socks soaked with sweat, moldy and reeking.
“Jiang Haotian, oh Jiang Haotian, this time you’re really done for.”
I forced a bitter smile at my own predicament.
Once upon a time, I was a third-rate athlete making a living by playing soccer. My salary wasn’t high, but at least I could live like a human being.
But now?
The apocalypse had arrived, zombies were rampant, and I had lost even the chance to play soccer; all I could do was run for my life.
The footsteps grew louder; those monsters were closing in on me.
I curled up in the corner, so tense that my legs trembled.
“Stay calm… stay calm…” I muttered to myself, desperately trying to think of a way out.
Yet my mind was blank.
Just then, a zombie suddenly lunged toward my hiding spot with a low growl!
Its bloodshot eyes were fixed on me, and thick, black liquid dripped from its mouth.
"Shit!"
I was so scared that I almost wet my pants. Instinctively, I grabbed a nearby Stinky Sock and hurled it with all my might at its face.
The Sock arced through the air and landed squarely on the zombie's face.
In the next moment, a miracle happened—
The zombie let out a piercing scream and stumbled backward, clutching its face!
It rolled on the ground as if poisoned, struggling before turning to flee!
"What the hell?"
I was stunned, unable to believe my eyes.
A worn-out Sock scared off a zombie?
Was this some kind of movie?
But the evidence was right in front of me; I had no choice but to believe it.
"Could it be... that my Sock is just too stinky?"
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lower my head to smell the other sock on my foot...
Uh, the odor was indeed potent; it nearly knocked me out, let alone those zombies with their keen sense of smell.
But there was no time to dwell on that, as more zombies were rushing toward us!
"Let's give it a try!"
I gritted my teeth and took off the other sock, flinging it with all my might toward the front line of the zombie horde.
Sure enough, they let out a wail and scattered in all directions!
"Hahaha! I'm saved!"
In my excitement, I quickly rummaged through my bag for the remaining pairs of stinky socks, carefully hiding them away for future use.
Just then, a faint voice reached my ears: "Help... help me..."
I shot my head up and saw a small figure surrounded by several zombies near the goalpost. The person was desperately waving an iron rod but was clearly on the verge of collapse!
"Zhao Mengmeng?"
Upon closer inspection, I recognized the girl—before the apocalypse, she was an orphan who often came to the soccer field to collect bottles for money. I occasionally gave her some food, so we were somewhat acquainted.
"Damn it!"
Although I was scared, seeing her almost getting bitten pushed me to rush out, shouting, "Hey! Get down!"
Zhao Mengmeng instinctively crouched down at the sound of my voice, while I quickly pulled out a pair of Stinky Socks and flung them at the zombies with all my might!
Sure enough, those creatures screamed and retreated immediately, with a few even collapsing to the ground, too frightened to come any closer!
Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed Zhao Mengmeng and ran, saying, "Let's go! Don't look back!"
We sprinted away and finally shook off our pursuers, but Zhao Mengmeng's face was pale with fear as she quietly asked, "Brother Haotian, what did you just throw... Socks?"
"Cough, cough, that's my secret weapon!" I replied mysteriously. "Remember, if you want to thank me later, just bring me some laundry detergent."
Zhao Mengmeng let out a small laugh but quickly turned serious. "Brother Haotian, you're really amazing. Thank you for saving me."
Her words stirred something unusual in my heart, as if I had regained a bit of dignity and self-worth.
Just as we were catching our breath, a figure clad in high-end protective gear and wearing high-tech glasses suddenly emerged from the shadows. "How interesting; I saw everything just now."
"Who?" I asked warily, positioning myself in front of Zhao Mengmeng and staring at the person.
He adjusted his glasses and said leisurely, "Si Tu Xiangnan; you can call me Master Si Tu."
After speaking, he pointed at my hand. "Your 'weapon' is truly unique; it's hard to believe."
His disdainful tone irritated me a bit, but I forced myself to explain. "Don't underestimate it; this thing is a lifesaver!"
Si Tu Xiangnan raised an eyebrow, looking half-convinced. "Oh? Then tell me, what exactly is the principle behind this?"
"Uh..."
Faced with his question, I was suddenly at a loss for words. I couldn't possibly tell him it was because my feet smelled too bad, could I?
Seeing my hesitation, he let out a cold laugh. "It seems you don't know either. But that's alright. I'm quite interested in this unknown phenomenon; perhaps we can collaborate on some research."
With that, he pulled out a few bottles of water and some compressed biscuits from his backpack and handed them to us. "Consider this an advance payment. I hope you won't let me down."
Looking at the supplies he offered, I felt a mix of doubt and necessity, but to survive, I had no choice but to accept his proposal for now. "Fine, but let me make it clear: this is my patent, so don't get any funny ideas!"
Si Tu Xiangnan smiled slightly at my words but didn't respond. He simply gave me a meaningful glance before turning to leave.
As I watched his figure disappear into the night, I couldn't help but sigh deeply. "This guy is more of a headache than those zombies."
Zhao Mengmeng tugged at my sleeve and asked softly, "Brother Haotian, what should we do next?"
"What else can we do? We need to find a safe place to spend the night." After saying that, I felt in my pocket for the only pair of Stinky Socks I had left and silently vowed: I must figure out why these things can restrain zombies; perhaps they are the key to saving this world!
Just then, a low and eerie growl echoed through the air once again...
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