“It’s just like playing a game—the whole world has now entered hell mode,” Xie Ning shrugged. “How should I put it? Time will eventually make you adapt to all of this.”
Song Kexin was both amused and exasperated by her. “Sis, you weren’t like this before.”
Why did it feel like her cousin had changed so much?
Her cousin used to be a laid-back, artsy girl who often indulged in melancholy and sentimentality at school.
Why did she now speak and act in such a practical, down-to-earth way?
Faced with such a terrifying situation, how could she still manage to laugh?
And even comfort her in a joking tone?
In the past, such a thing would have been unthinkable. When the apocalypse arrived, the artsy girl should have been trembling under her blanket, scared to death, right?
Xie Ning was momentarily stunned.
To be honest, after surviving twenty years in the apocalypse, she had long forgotten what her past self was like.
Oh right, in her cousin’s eyes, she must seem… quite strange now.
“Sis, sis! Sis, watch out for the zombies ahead!”
Xie Ning’s wandering thoughts were pulled back by Song Kexin’s shout. She quickly swerved, and the van narrowly brushed past two staggering rotting corpses.
Song Kexin let out a sigh of relief. “Oh my god, sis, just focus on driving. I won’t chat with you anymore.”
“Mm, help me keep an eye on the road,” Xie Ning also broke into a cold sweat.
“Sis, your face doesn’t look as red now. How are you feeling?”
“It doesn’t feel as feverish as before,” Xie Ning realized belatedly, feeling a slight surge of joy in her heart.
Thank goodness, the ability awakening was probably nearing its end.
Once her body stopped burning continuously and her vision cleared, she would be more confident about going to the Aijia Supermarket to bring her mother out.
“Turn left ahead,” Song Kexin suddenly turned and pressed her face against the window to look outside. “Sis, there seem to be a few people blocking the road at the intersection…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw her sister step on the accelerator with a cold expression, almost hitting the young man blocking the middle of the road.
The van sped away from the group, and Song Kexin faintly heard them cursing.
“Only do what you’re capable of. Right now, our main priority is to save ourselves. Only after ensuring our own safety and that of our family can we help others.”
Xie Ning drove while educating the novice Song Kexin. “Survival Rule Number One: Don’t randomly pick up strangers. TV shows have taught you that—picking up people randomly usually leads to bad outcomes.”
“Either you pick up an ungrateful wolf or a white lotus. Got it?”
The novice Song Kexin nodded obediently. “Okay.”
“Remember everything I teach you now. Don’t forget it tomorrow. Be more mindful.”
“Sis, I’m not an idiot. I’m listening.”
“Survival Rule Number Two: When you encounter monsters and demons, don’t be afraid, and don’t run. Just go up and give them a taste of socialist iron fists until they call you daddy.”
Song Kexin: …
Holy shit, what happened to her sister?
Did she undergo a genetic mutation?
She still remembered that her sister had never been so decisive in speaking or acting before.
In her memory, her sister was still that gentle, delicate girl with a ponytail, lazily watching romantic dramas on the couch and wiping away tears…
Song Kexin secretly turned her head as the van screeched to a stop at the side entrance of the Aijia Supermarket.
“Stay lying down in the car. Lock the doors and don’t make a sound. I’ll go up and bring my mother down.”
“I’ll go with you.” Song Kexin hurriedly grabbed her.
“It’s dangerous up there. Stay here and wait quietly. I’ll be back down in twenty minutes.”