How to Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse - Chapter 373
“Who knows if the kid is teething or turning into a zombie? No way. Maybe you’ve all been infected by this kid’s zombie virus. Come with us. We need to watch you.”
“Yeah, come on, let’s go. Don’t spread the virus to others!”
These unruly men quickly escalate their suspicion from the baby possibly turning into a zombie to declaring the baby is actually a little zombie.
They even bluntly tell An Ran and Zhao Ru to come with them so they can be controlled and prevented from infecting others with the zombie virus.
An Ran glances at Zhao Ru, who screams loudly.
Liang Ziyu and a few others rush over to help. At the fire at the back of the convoy, Zhan Lian turns and sees five or six men arguing around An Ran and the baby. Immediately, he clenches his fists and rushes back.
Before Liang Ziyu and the others can step in to protect An Ran and Zhao Ru, one man lunges forward, trying to snatch the baby from An Ran’s arms.
An Ran’s usually gentle face instantly transforms into a grim, fierce expression like a vengeful spirit. She suddenly draws the military knife from her waist and swings it, severing the man’s arm.
Screams and splattered blood startle the men around An Ran. They freeze for two seconds, then suddenly scatter. One man who tries to turn around bumps into Zhan Lian, who punches him down to the ground.
Looking back, Zhan Lian checks on An Ran. She shows no expression, quietly staring down at the man on the ground, clutching his severed arm and writhing in pain. She doesn’t show any emotion.
The baby in An Ran’s arms is safe and steady, unaffected by the chaos. An Ran holds the military knife in her other hand, but the blade is clean—no blood stains the edge. Instead, drops of blood fall from the handle, dripping onto the ground and being completely absorbed by the earth.
Zhan Lian is stunned for a moment. His once delicate, gentle baby’s mother is definitely not the same anymore. Then he thinks, yes, how could she walk all the way here from Xiangcheng with a child without a cold and ruthless heart?
A sharp pang of bittersweet pain strikes Zhan Lian’s chest. He steps forward and kicks the man writhing on the ground with the severed arm, then says to Liang Ziyu, “Tie him up. I have some questions for him later.”
Liang Ziyu stands next to Zhao Ru, who is covered in blood splatter. Both look stunned, as if they never expect An Ran to sever a man’s hand so decisively.
Her swift and ruthless action is genuinely intimidating.
Liang Ziyu nods and goes to tie up the man still rolling on the ground.
Zhan Lian turns back to look at An Ran, about to speak, but An Ran suddenly seems to realize something. She twirls the military knife smoothly in her hand, then cleanly slips it back into its sheath at her waist. She looks up at Zhan Lian and asks, “What is it? Something wrong?”
“These people aren’t normal survivors,” Zhan Lian says with a frown.
From a distance, he can clearly see that in this apocalypse, normal survivors—no matter what they face—don’t just come out of the vehicles. Everyone protects themselves. Who cares if a baby drools or turns into a zombie?
That’s why the men who surround An Ran flee so quickly as soon as she brandishes her knife—they know she’s not easy to bully once she draws her blade.
An Ran sighs and nods, signaling that she understands.
“Obviously. If I were them, I wouldn’t want to meddle either. Managing your own kid is hard enough—why bother worrying if other people’s kids are drooling?”
