I Have a Post Apocalyptic Online Friend C1.2

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Chapter 1. part 2

Zhou An’an was experiencing her first-ever message bombardment and didn’t know how to handle it.

She regretted her prank. Mischief was for the elite “E” types, while she, a mere quail, belonged safely tucked away in her nest.

Before she could decide whether to reply, another message arrived.

Lu Yuan:  How did you get my friend request?

Biting her lip, Zhou An’an typed: Data error.

Yes, that was it. The official announcement had confirmed it-she wasn’t making things up.

Lu Yuan:  Data error?

To lend credibility to her claim, Zhou An’an searched for the official announcement and sent it to him, mimicking the repair shop owner’s tone: You’re still young right. How can you be so clueless about online stuff?

He didn’t reply for a long time.

What was even more terrifying than talking to a stranger was when they didn’t respond after you spoke. It made her feel like her words were boring, unworthy of a reply.

This left her with a crushing sense of social failure.

She tried to retract her message, but it had been too long; the option was no longer available.

Forget it, she thought, resigned. I’ve probably been blocked already.

She was about to brush her teeth when her phone buzzed again.

Lu Yuan:  Are you living in 2024?

The notice at the bottom clearly stated the publication date: March 31, 2024.

Zhou An’an didn’t understand why he was asking. Aren’t you?

Lu Yuan:  What’s the date today?
Zhou An’an: April 1st. It’s right there in your WeChat Moments.

She began to suspect he might be mentally ill.

Lu Yuan: I don’t believe you. Send me a photo.

Zhou An’an snapped a picture of the floor of her rented room.

Lu Yuan: I meant a photo of the outside.

Zhou An’an was getting annoyed. She was already being bossed around by her boss at work, and now this guy was ordering her around too.

Fine, I’ll take the photo. Then I’m deleting him.

She pulled back the curtains and snapped a picture of the outside, sending it to him.

Outside her rented room was a narrow alley lined with late-night food stalls. Many nearby residents were out enjoying their midnight snacks.

Fried skewers, barbecue, stinky tofu… smoke curled into the air, voices buzzed, creating a scene brimming with earthly vitality.

Lu Yuan: It’s actually true… Do you know the apocalypse is coming in six months?

Zhou An’an’s finger, poised to delete him, froze. What?!

Lu Yuan: On October 13, 2024, a sudden global downpour covered 90% of the Earth. After the rain, many humans mutated into zombies, temperatures plummeted, and the planet entered Year One of the Apocalypse.

Zhou An’an: Are you a big fan of novels?

You’re so obsessed you’re treating fiction as reality.

Lu Yuan: Don’t believe me? I’ll show you something. Prepare yourself.

He sent a video call request. Zhou An’an’s hand trembled, nearly dropping her phone.

After a moment’s hesitation, she answered, curious about his trick.

What could he possibly do through a phone screen?

Zhou An’an pointed the camera at the floor and tapped “Accept.”

The screen showed a reinforced window.

The steel bars were much thicker than usual, making it look incredibly sturdy.

Large snowflakes swirled inward on the icy wind. A man’s hand reached into frame, holding a bloody chunk of meat-its origin unrecognizable.

“Wait three seconds,” Lu Yuan’s voice rasped, tinged with amusement, as if he were watching a show.

Zhou An’an stared at the window, silently counting down: Three, two, one…

“Ahhh!!!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The neighbor next door started banging on the door.

Still shaken, she answered through the door.

The neighbor was furious. “Keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

“I’m sorry,” Zhou An’an stammered. “I just saw a rat.”

“What do you expect living in a place like this? Rats are normal. If you don’t like it, move to a villa!” The neighbor stormed off, grumbling.

Zhou An’an picked up her phone. The screen showed a mangled, frost-covered face with sharp teeth bared, snarling and trying to smash through steel bars.

“What is this?” she whispered, trembling.

“This is what you’ll become in six months,” Lu Yuan replied before closing the window and ending the video call.

Zhou An’an immediately texted him: Are you trying to scare me?

If so, he’d found the perfect target. She’d never dared watch horror movies, and she still hadn’t clicked on Sadako.

Lu Yuan: You don’t have to believe me. You’ll know the truth in six months.
Zhou An’an: If what you’re saying is true, should I report this to the authorities?

The apocalypse was imminent, and she clearly lacked the ability to save the world, nor did she harbor any ambition to exploit the chaos and become a local tyrant.

It’s best to report this to the government.

Lu Yuan: How do you plan to report it? Do you have any evidence or research reports?
Zhou An’an: I can give them your WeChat account.
Lu Yuan: No one will take you seriously, just as no one would pay attention to an ant.
Zhou An’an: You’re the ant!
Lu Yuan: Am I wrong?
Zhou An’an: You’ve never even met me! How can you possibly know what kind of person I am?

How dare he speak so arrogantly? It’s infuriating!

Lu Yuan: People with social status don’t use usernames like yours.

Her username?

Zhou An’an checked it: National-Level Impoverished Population.

What’s wrong with that username? I’m just describing my reality…

Zhou An’an’s anger gradually dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of despair.

Leaning against the wall, she murmured, “Are introverted people destined to live such difficult lives? Unable to pursue the work they love, unable to find someone they love, and even when the apocalypse arrives, they’re just left to wait for death… What a pointless and pathetic existence…”

Seeing she didn’t reply, Lu Yuan asked, Feeling discouraged?

Zhou An’an ignored him.

Lu Yuan: Being ordinary isn’t your fault. Ninety percent of the world’s population is ordinary.

He was actually comforting her. Zhou An’an couldn’t help but smile bitterly. I must be truly pathetic, she thought.

Lu Yuan: Besides, you’ve met me. Your ordinariness will soon be a thing of the past. I’ll make you extraordinary.
Zhou An’an: Have you been reading too many novels? You sound exactly like a ‘Dragon Pride’ protagonist.
Lu Yuan: Out of all the people in the world, only you know the apocalypse will strike in six months. You can prepare in advance.

Only she… knows?

That couldn’t be right.

Zhou An’an: Recently, many people have suddenly gained new friends for no reason.
Lu Yuan: You mean…?
Zhou An’an: If all their new friends are like you, from the apocalypse, then many people must already know the apocalypse is coming.

Lu Yuan was silent for a moment. It seems this apocalypse is becoming more and more interesting.

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