I am a monster walking through the apocalypse, devoid of any sense of morality or kindness.
When necessary, I can even abandon everything that can be abandoned, all for the sake of preserving my own life and that of my family.
This is me—Xie Ning.
A selfish, flawless individual.
Such a person must have frightened Mom and my little cousin.
Xie Ning kept her head turned toward the window, not daring to meet their eyes.
None of the three spoke, and the atmosphere inside the RV grew stiflingly tense.
“Ningning, are you angry with Mom?” Song You’ai’s voice suddenly rose, timid and weak.
“I’ve been reflecting on myself, and… yes, I’ve been pretty awful. This… this sudden change in the environment, I’m just not used to it yet. But from now on, I’ll do my best to adapt.”
“Mom, I’m not angry,” Xie Ning turned her head, meeting her mother’s anxious, uneasy gaze.
“I’m not angry, really. It’s just that my own abilities aren’t enough.”
“Nonsense!” Song You’ai raised her voice slightly. “Our Ningning is already amazing.”
“Yeah, Sis is amazing, really amazing,” Song Kexin quickly nodded in agreement.
Her mind was still a bit dazed.
Even though Sis had broken her promise again—making her wait nearly an hour instead of twenty minutes—Sis had actually managed to produce an RV.
Unbelievable!
She glanced around. The RV was tidy and clean.
Right by the entrance were two rows of facing seats, and at the front and back were bunk beds, enough to accommodate at least five or six people.
There was even a separate bathroom and a small open kitchen—it was practically a mobile home.
Small but fully equipped, this RV was definitely much more comfortable than the small truck.
Song You’ai briefly explained to Song Kexin how they had gone into the gas station to look for fuel and happened to see the RV crashing into the convenience store.
Thinking of this, her mood dipped slightly. “Ningning, he was bitten by his own mother, wasn’t he?”
Xie Ning gave a soft “Mm” in response.
Song You’ai pulled out a bloodstained notebook from a half-open storage compartment. “Take a look.”
Xie Ning silently opened the notebook, flipping through page after page. “They were on a trip. He was a filial son. For the past six months, he’d been traveling across the country with his eighty-year-old mother.”
That was why the RV had reinforced chassis bumpers, top-notch shock absorption, and a retractable wind turbine installed on the roof.
The man had truly been the epitome of kindness and filial piety toward his mother.
But unfortunately, his eighty-year-old mother had undergone Zombification after a high fever.
Losing all reason, she had bitten through the neck artery of her closest son.
And then came what they had witnessed.
Xie Ning closed the notebook and handed it to Kexin in the back seat.
Song Kexin was a girl who cried easily, and after just a couple of pages, she was already in tears.
“They traveled all the way here from Yang City. Their original plan was a year-long tour of Country C.”
Who could have imagined something like this would happen?
“Sis, is it going to be like this from now on? We can’t go back, can we?”
Xie Ning gazed at the trees receding outside the window. “Mm, we definitely can’t go back.”
It won’t just stay like this—it will only get worse and worse.
When order collapses in the human world, demons and monsters will line up to revel.
Song You’ai gripped the steering wheel tightly and suddenly spoke up. “Ningning, promise Mom one thing, okay?”
“In the future, if I’m about to turn into a monster… please, before I hurt any of you, take care of me first.”
Xie Ning’s heart wrenched violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer, leaving her in agony.
She instinctively squeezed her mother’s hand. “Mom, nothing like that will ever happen. Absolutely not.”