Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 5 Seduction
Previously on Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food...
Liang Yuan drew in a long breath. In the previous six months, he had seldom ventured beyond his home.
Outside, chaos reigned with many incidents; some neighbors grew savage, murdering and robbing for scraps of food.
Certain individuals feigned frailty, begging desperately at his doorstep, eager to seek shelter inside.
Others, like gangs of thugs, attempted forced entries, relying on brute force to claim what they wanted.
He understood all too well the turmoil prevailing beyond his walls.
On the thirty-second floor, not all units were inhabited, yet the occupancy likely reached at least fifty percent.
His building featured two apartments per stairwell, making six units in total, all interlinked.
Corridors joined each unit, implying a minimum of twelve households on every level.
The whole structure must house 384 residences, and with just half occupied, that still amounted to at least 192 families.
"Thankfully, it's a residential complex; plenty of buyers are investors or soon-to-be-married young pairs."
"Investors skip living here, dropping the occupancy to half without them."
"For young couples, figuring two per home, this place shelters at least 384 souls."
Liang Yuan pondered this calculation. It served only as a rough guess; the actual count surely exceeded it.
He recalled that Meidu Garden's purchasers included numerous families with infants, snapping up units for household registration to secure school spots.
These households exceeded three members; often, grandparents assisted in raising the little ones.
Thus, the population swelled beyond his projections.
Regarding flood-related fatalities, they fell short of dire expectations.
The deluge from relentless rains arrived gradually; most fled to higher levels before waters engulfed their dwellings.
Of course, excluding those who perished while scavenging outdoors during the rising tides.
The bulk of losses stemmed from clashes over shelter, resources, and fatal skirmishes.
As society crumbled, strength ruled supreme, rendering lives ever more expendable.
Daily, shrieks echoed from the roof, mingled with cries reverberating through the halls from his apartment.
Across these six months, horrors glimpsed through the peephole had scarred him deeply.
This grim reality fueled his relentless training to bolster strength and fighting prowess.
Yet now, the system's arrival demanded a bold choice.
He needed to venture forth and hunt down mutated beasts.
"Mutated creatures..."
Liang Yuan rose, donned his clothes, and padded foam around his torso and groin for basic armor and flotation should he plunge into the depths.
He grabbed an electric bicycle helmet too, guarding against surprise attacks in shadowy staircases.
Geared up, he secured a coil of rope on his back, gripped a spear crafted from steel tubing fused with kitchen blades, and snatched a flashlight.
This outing aimed first to scout the path below, then to track mutated entities.
Liang Yuan paused at the entrance, straining his ears, ensuring solitude before easing the door ajar.
Beyond the reinforced gate, darkness cloaked the hallway, with faint charred odors drifting in, probably from recent makeshift meals.
He brushed it aside, slipping the security door open softly and latching it shut.
Withdrawing the key, Liang Yuan held off on illuminating, lingering silently by the stairwell threshold.
Rain pounded overhead, while murmurs hinted at activity below.
Liang Yuan approached the fire escape, and upon cracking it open, a briny, damp ocean gust assaulted him.
Accompanying it was a rancid stink.
He wrinkled his nose, detecting faint stirrings within the passage.
Swiftly activating the light, he scanned the corridor warily.
Debris from homes littered the space, and once-pristine walls bore patches of mildew.
At the landing's bend sat a heap of refuse, fashioned into a crude bedding platform.
Two females reclined upon it, and the beam's glare prompted them to avert their gazes with raised arms.
One cried out quickly, "My man is with Brother Erlong's people, don't mess around!"
The other stayed mute, huddling deeper into the shadows.
Liang Yuan examined the pair, noting a vague recognition.
The vocal one appeared to hail from the third floor, the quiet from the fourth.
Both displayed ample bosoms as a shared feature.
The third-floor resident looked about thirty-five.
The one from the fourth floor neared her mid-twenties, possessing decent attractiveness.
Liang Yuan recognized Brother Erlong from the third-floor woman's words.
Liu Erlong served as Meidu Garden's property overseer and resided in the same tower.
Prior to the catastrophe, Liang Yuan had crossed paths with him several times around the grounds.
Liu Erlong stood tall and robust, evidently fond of fitness routines, courteous toward residents, and engaging in the building's owners' chat group.
Post-flood, he and select staff had looted the front convenience store substantially, gaining notoriety.
Over these six months, he emerged as the dominant force in the structure.
"What's your name?"
Liang Yuan inquired gravely.
The women froze momentarily, then the older one rushed to reply, "Brother, I'm a renter from the third floor, Fan Meiqin, and this is the fourth-floor homeowner, Ding Yan. Xiaoding, say hello to the brother right away."
The one dubbed Xiaoding murmured dully, "Hello, brother."
Liang Yuan eyed Ding Yan; trauma etched deeply on her, suggesting profound suffering through these harsh months.
"Brother, are you from a higher floor? Got any space left at your place? We're homeless now; the waters took our homes. Please, spare us a corner? We'll do whatever it takes."
Fan Meiqin dropped to her knees, face etched with desperation, the covering slipping to unveil her scant top beneath.
The shirt's wide collar bared a generous, pale valley.
Liang Yuan, deprived of female company for half a year, sensed a rush of heated impulses.
He gazed briefly before questioning, "I think there are numerous vacant units here, right?"
Fan Meiqin sobbed, "They're all taken. We're just women without skills..."
Liang Yuan shifted away from that subject, inquiring instead, "Where is Liu Erlong's place?"
Fan Meiqin offered no answer, inching toward Liang Yuan on hands and knees.
"Brother, I mean it—I'll handle anything. Just offer shelter, some food, I'll serve as your maid, any role you desire, I..."
Interrupted before concluding, Liang Yuan thrust the metal spear toward her visage and snapped icily, "Stay put! Answer me!"