Guided by Xiao Hei’s sensitive sense of smell, Song Yu quickly tracked right behind that group of players.
Those people happened to be heading toward the old district as well, which made it convenient since they were going the same way.
In this instance, trying to scheme against and eliminate other players was actually quite easy.
All one had to do was lure the zombies over.
However, this method also carried a high risk of backfiring, as zombies were extraordinarily dangerous.
Moreover, this tactic must never be employed at night; the probability of it backfiring and burning oneself reached a staggering 99%.
Unless Song Yu possessed firepower powerful enough to suppress the zombies.
That group of players had managed to escape earlier primarily due to the fearless [sacrifice] of that player whose mental state had cracked.
Otherwise, that group of players would have long since become zombie chow.
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With Xiao Hei’s help, Song Yu plotting against this group of players wasn’t all that difficult.
Song Yu didn’t even need to take the field personally; all she needed was an alarm clock.
She had found this back in the previous residential houses. While those houses didn’t have many proper food, drink, or utility items, they had quite a surplus of miscellaneous, seemingly useless junk like this.
With Xiao Hei’s spatial storage now available, Song Yu could afford to collect a few more random odds and ends that could be classed as trash.
Thanks to the system, and thanks to Xiao Hei.
Song Yu felt that her greatest golden finger (cheat) might not be her talent, but rather Xiao Hei.
After that group of players entered an apartment building—the apartment buildings in this old district were quite numerous, and none of them were very tall, with the tallest being the 12-story one Song Yu had stayed in previously—Xiao Hei carried several timed alarm clocks and, moving with light, agile steps, sneaked stealthily into the apartment.
As a dog raised by Song Yu, Xiao Hei was exceptionally reliable. Not only did it plant the alarm clocks, but it also opened the doors of quite a few rooms that would make noise.
Players killed by zombies left behind no inheritances and dropped no talents.
Yet Song Yu still chose to send these players to their deaths; her moral baseline was much like the buildings in the old district—not very high.
The density of zombies in the old district was incomparable to the city’s edge where Song Yu had been stationed earlier; the streets were densely packed with zombies everywhere.
Only narrow alleys or tight gaps between buildings had slightly fewer numbers.
The sound of Song Yu’s nail gun wasn’t loud. While its attack damage was slightly lower, its great advantage lay in not attracting the attention of the surrounding zombies.
While killing zombies in the old district, Song Yu noticed a problem.
Namely, the Tier 1 and Tier 2 zombies here seemed to have slightly higher health pools compared to the ones outside.
Was it because they had gathered into swarms?
Song Yu squeezed the trigger of her nail gun, killing a zombie in the apartment stairwell right before her.
The zombies inside the second-floor stairwell had all been cleared out completely by her, allowing Song Yu to begin searching for supplies.
Finding the Watchers organization was important, but gathering supplies was even more vital.
Side quests were merely sweet bonuses; Song Yu clearly distinguished primary and secondary priorities, keeping her curiosity firmly under control.
These apartments were all identical, adopting a single-bedroom, single-living-room, single-kitchen, single-bathroom bachelor layout.
Searching them was convenient for Song Yu as well. With the Scavenger Trash Goblin talent at work, Song Yu could easily discern where supplies were hidden and where there were none.
However, her talent failing to react didn’t necessarily mean the room lacked supplies.
Song Yu’s talent only reacted to system-designated supplies—meaning those resources possessing numerical panel values.
Things like bedsheets, duvet covers, tables, and chairs were classified as invalid supplies, even though in reality, these items were still useful.
The supplies in the apartment buildings were similarly extremely scarce, averaging one valid item produced every three rooms. Meanwhile, the stock of supplies in Chen Su’s hands was overwhelmingly abundant—abundant to an absurd degree.
It looked as though the supplies across the entire city had been entirely scavenged away by those NPC merchants, leaving not a single scrap behind for later arrivals.
Relying on her talent bonuses and searches, Song Yu could barely maintain subsistence and warmth for herself and Xiao Hei.
She still had ranged weaponry, after all.
However, other players didn’t possess such good fortune.
The larger a player team’s headcount, the more severe their struggle with subsistence and warmth became.
Yet operating solo made them easy targets to be hunted by other player teams, who would swoop in and rob them blind the moment they scavenged any supplies.
Even worse, they would be killed outright, dropping their talents and inheritances.
The fact that player deaths dropped talents and inheritances was no secret.
Most players still lacked the courage to murder others, and besides, killing people was akin to draining a pond to catch fish—short-sighted and inefficient.
Playing the long game to catch a big fish was far more worthwhile.
If one wanted to be a lone wolf, they needed to have sufficient strength to back it up.
The scrawny monkey team that had previously tried to rob Song Yu and 1.9 Meters belonged to the category of player teams struggling on the survival line.
In reality, these people were societal scum who loved stirring up trouble in the real world, and entering the game only made them cling tighter to their nature.
That handgun was something they had managed to procure simply to intimidate people and facilitate robberies.
Just like Xiao Hei, they had been exceptionally lucky: they happened to run into an NPC merchant killing zombies and managed to steal his gun while the NPC merchant wasn’t paying attention.
Inside the very last room on the apartment’s second floor, Xiao Hei trotted back to Song Yu’s side.
Before long, a massive alarm bell rang out from a nearby building!
Fearing the alarm clock’s volume wouldn’t be loud enough, Song Yu had even specially used cardboard and cooked rice grains to custom-craft a makeshift amplifier.
The sound of the alarm was clear and resonant.
The timing Song Yu had chosen was immaculate; that group of players had just finished exploring the upper floors, meaning even if they wanted to flee, they couldn’t escape in time.
The massive noise drew a massive wave of zombies. Standing on the topmost floor of the apartment building, Song Yu gazed out at the terrifying spectacle unfolding in the distance.
The alarm clock kept emitting its continuous din, causing all the zombies on the street to form a surging tide that frantically flooded toward a single direction.
By the time those players reacted, it was already too late.
Song Yu hadn’t left them enough reaction time to begin with, and Xiao Hei had hidden the alarm clocks so covertly that they had zero chance of finding them.
As for trying to escape the apartment building, that was an even greater impossibility, given the sheer volume of zombies swarming around the vicinity of the apartments in the first place.
“I really need to swap for a pair of binoculars.”
From such a great distance, Song Yu couldn’t see clearly, though she could faintly catch the sound of human screams.
It wasn’t just binoculars; she should ideally trade for things like flashlights, lighters, tents, boats, and quilted blankets as well.
After all, this was a doomsday survival game; all sorts of harsh environments could crop up, so preparing early was always the wisest course of action.
Song Yu’s stunt not only dragged that player faction into an inescapable abyss of doom but also cleared out the zombies for nearby players.
Song Yu noticed quite a few players sticking their heads out to observe the situation over there—the innate Chinese love for gossiping and watching a lively spectacle remained ever-present.
Sacrificing that bunch of scum to benefit other players, Song Yu and Xiao Hei returned to the stairwell to accelerate their search.
When they reached the sixth floor, Xiao Hei suddenly pricked its ears up, its gaze turning vigilant and serious as it locked tightly onto a single direction.
Song Yu immediately moved to the window, and upon clearly spotting the figure outside, her expression turned just as solemn as Xiao Hei’s.
Human and dog exchanged a single glance, then sprinted like mad toward the lower floors!
Lifting a rock only to drop it on one’s own feet—that phrase perfectly described Song Yu’s current predicament.
The commotion from the alarm clocks had attracted a Tier 6 zombie!