Chapter 8

Background: After experiencing the service of my beautiful mother’s black stockings and beautiful feet, I was planning to spend a tender moment with my mother, but at this moment, a loud scream was heard.

“Aa...

“Don’t come over here! Don’t come over here, ahhhhhhh!”

“Help! Aaaaaahhhh!”

On the street outside, a haggard man was running desperately on the street, covering his bleeding shoulder. Behind him, a large group of zombies who smelled the blood were chasing him relentlessly.

The man’s shoulder was bleeding continuously, and as he ran, he left a long trail of blood on the ground, as if pointing out his escape route.

The zombies ran very fast, and in just ten seconds, they closed the distance to within ten meters.

“No, ahhhhhh!” The man’s face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, his eye sockets were sunken, and he let out a desperate shout.

Then, the legs that were originally running suddenly became limp and the whole body fell to the ground due to inertia.

His shoulder was bitten by a zombie.

Just a few seconds after he fell, the zombies swarmed in, like a group of starving wild dogs, rushing to share the fresh meat.

All of this was seen by my mother and me.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, I looked at this bloody and cruel scene. Although I was still a little scared, I was much stronger than at the beginning when my face turned pale and my legs trembled.

After all, I have witnessed such cruel scenes many times during this time; most of the survivors in the city chose to hide at home and wait for rescue, but those who were short of food had to go out and carve out a way to survive in this tide of zombies.

Since the apocalypse, my mother and I have witnessed at least ten survivors being eaten alive by zombies in front of this floor-to-ceiling window.

Therefore, in such an environment, my ability to withstand stress has been greatly improved.

“I really don’t know what’s happening to my classmates and teachers at school.” I thought to myself, missing the peaceful and precious days of the past.

“Oh...” At this time, my mother, who was standing next to me, looked at the dead survivors outside the window and let out a sigh.

I turned around and saw that my mother had a sad expression on her face.

“Mom, are you sad?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Mom turned around, walked to the bed without saying a word, and sat on the bed with a sad look in her eyes.

“Aaron, do you think ... your aunt and the others ... will be safe?” Mom asked me with a sad expression, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

Only then did I realize that my mother was sad because she saw the tragic death of that man and was afraid that her sisters would also be buried in the tide of corpses.

To be honest, in my impression, my mother has always been a strong mother and rarely shows a vulnerable side. A sad expression like this is really rare.

I sat next to my mother, comforting her and saying, “Don’t worry, mom. There’s a saying that goes like this: God will always be with you. Aunt and the others will be fine.”

My mother looked at me and forced a smile. She knew that I was saying comforting words without any evidence, but she really needed these comforting words right now.

“Aaron...” Mom reached out her hands, hugged me, and whispered, “You and my sisters are my most important relatives. If anything happens to anyone ... I really don’t dare to think about it...”

After saying that, my mother took out a stack of photos from the bedside table. They were photos of my mother and my aunts taken two years ago.

Looking at the photos in my hands, the beautiful scenes when the sisters got together seemed like they were just yesterday.

I also took a look and found that it was taken in the living room of my home, and I was there at the time.

There was a sofa where all of us sat.

My eldest aunt, my second aunt, my mother, and my youngest aunt, a total of four people, sat on a sofa, which seemed a bit crowded. I was squeezed between my mother and my second aunt, laughing happily.

Mom noticed that I was also looking at the photo, so she put the photo on her lap, pointed at the aunts in the photo, and told me about the things between mom and sisters.

If it were in the past, I would definitely not listen to my mother’s stories and would choose to go out and play with my classmates. However, nowadays, this heartwarming scene is very rare.

So I put my arms around my mother’s waist and listened quietly to her telling stories of the past.

At this moment, the blood-stained streets outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the roar of zombies, and the devastated city all seemed unimportant.

I don’t know if it was because she cherished the past or because she missed her loved ones, but my mother suddenly put away her lustful look after her transformation. She didn’t show any charming or seductive expression, but instead had a gentle and kind look.

My mother’s voice is very gentle. Listening to her talk about the past is like listening to a fairy tale, which can calm one’s mind.

It was like the mother of the past had come back again.

“Your aunt has been very smart since she was young. She has excellent grades and is beautiful. She has been like a princess in school. Every time she comes home from school, a bunch of boys volunteer to be her bodyguards.”

“Besides, he usually takes good care of us sisters. If he gets pocket money from his parents or elders, he will definitely buy food for us three sisters.”

My mother talked about the past with a smile on her face and hugged me gently. From the expression on her face, I can see that she must have cherished her childhood very much.

“Then, your aunt grew up to be a great beauty. Not only was she pretty, she was also very polite. Both her teachers and classmates loved her very much. Plus with her excellent grades, she was successfully admitted to a very good university.”

“Later, for some reason, after graduation, she became fascinated with biology. Not only did she refuse the blind dates arranged by her family, but she also dove headfirst into research. This really worried her family. After all, your grandparents are very traditional and think that you should never fall in love while studying. If you find any signs of it, they will cut it off no matter what. But just a few days after graduation, they wanted you to get married and have children right away, without considering what your children would think.”

Mom paused, sighed, and continued, “Your aunt later worked at the National Institute of Biology as a postdoctoral fellow for a while. Not long after, she officially joined the institute. I still don’t know what she does. Every time I meet her, I can’t help but ask her out of curiosity, but she just smiles and says nothing.”

After talking about my aunt, my mother couldn’t help but sigh: “Your aunt is really a rare talent. She is the most capable one among us sisters. It would be great if I could be like her.”

Then my mother glanced at me, found that I was listening attentively, rubbed my head, and continued talking.

“Your second aunt ... she ... ah...” I don’t know why my mother looked hesitant, as if she was considering whether to continue.

When I saw my mother like this, I couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong, Mom?”

My mother looked at me, touched my head, and said frankly: “Alas, if it were in the past, I would definitely not tell you about Second Aunt. After all, you were still a child at that time, and I shouldn’t let you know. But now...”

“Now, we have such a relationship as mother and son, and this world is so chaotic, it doesn’t matter even if you know.” Mom seemed to have let it go and was ready to tell the story of Second Aunt.

It was only after my mother’s explanation that I understood what kind of person my second aunt was.

It turns out that my second aunt has been beautiful, smart, and sweet-spoken since she was a child, and has always been loved by adults.

Moreover, she is very good at dressing up and has always been treated like a star in school. After entering university, she started dating a rich second-generation man, but they broke up soon after.

However, the family never imagined that after graduating from college, my second aunt actually became the lover of a mayor!

At this point, my mother sighed again: “Because of this incident, your aunt has never been kind to her, and she hasn’t even called her once in the past few years.”

I blinked and asked, “Doesn’t my aunt like my second aunt?”

“Yes.” Mom also looked helpless: “Your aunt has always had a heroic spirit since she was a child. When she was in junior high school, if she saw someone bullying a classmate at school, no matter if it was a boy or a girl, she would rush up to fight with the person. She was often scolded at home and criticized at school, but she just wouldn’t change her temper.”

“Because of this, your aunt is famous for her toughness in her hometown. And one time when she was going home from school, a boy didn’t believe in evil and deliberately stood in front of her, took off his pants and exposed his penis. As a result, your aunt kicked him in the crotch, and the boy knelt on the ground with his bare buttocks on the spot.”

Hearing this, I burst out laughing, and my mother also swept away the gloom just now, and she felt a little more relaxed. She continued, “Your aunt ... is really a good person. Not only has she been willing to help others since she was a child, but she became a police officer when she grew up. She is full of justice. When she found out that your second aunt was a mistress, she was so angry that she told us that she would not recognize this shameless sister.”

“So that’s how it is...” Then I understood.

Mom sighed again, as if she had endless sorrow to sigh. She looked at the group photo in the photo and said with complicated eyes: “This group photo was taken a few years ago. I wanted to get together with my family. Your eldest aunt agreed. Your second aunt also agreed. But when she heard that your second aunt was coming, she changed her mind and said she was busy with official business. Later, your eldest aunt sent a message to call her home.”

Then, my mother pointed at my aunt in the photo and said to me, “Don’t be fooled by the fact that your aunt is smiling happily in the photo. After the photo was taken, she became cold and didn’t say a few words to your second aunt. Your second aunt also smiled and chatted with me, and didn’t take your aunt’s attitude to heart.”

After she finished speaking, the mother looked at the sisters in the photo, tears welling up in her eyes: “Now ... how I wish they could have a fight in front of me ... at least ... at least I can still know whether they are dead or alive...”

I felt sorry for my mother when I saw her sad face, so I patted her shoulder to comfort her.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.