Blood and shredded flesh blurred her vision. The remnants of her consciousness struggled against the zombie virus, both fighting for control of her body.
The virus gradually eroded her brain. The room was drenched in blood, and three mangled figures lay sprawled on the floor.
In the final second before Su Yun’s consciousness dissipated, she raised her gun and fired at her own head. The bullet pierced through, and her body collapsed limply to the ground.
At the last moment of her life, she thought that at least when she died, she should still look human.
Fortunately, after being infected with the zombie virus, she felt no pain at all when she died.
The safety base quota that had fallen beside her hand—something she had worked for years to obtain—was already soaked through with blood.
How unwilling she felt…
……
“Su Yun, Su Yun… she isn’t really dead, is she?”
The woman reached out a finger to check Su Yun’s breathing. The person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, frightening the woman into pulling her hand back.
After seeing the woman clearly, Su Yun’s first reaction was to lunge forward and clamp both hands around the woman’s neck.
Her dear stepmother—Lu Xiumei.
Had she not died? Or was this just a dream? Just a moment ago, she had clearly bitten Lu Xiumei to death.
How could this person appear before her completely unharmed?
New hatred mixed with old, Su Yun’s heart hardened. Her hands tightened around Lu Xiumei’s neck, pressing her down onto the floor.
Deprived of oxygen, Lu Xiumei’s face turned purple, the whites of her eyes slowly rolling upward. Seeing she was about to die, her instinct to survive drove her into violent struggle.
Her hands fumbled and grabbed at Su Yun’s grip, trying desperately to pry it open—but Su Yun’s strength was terrifyingly great.
Then a crisp *crack* sounded in the air. Su Yun snapped her neck alive.
Until her death, Lu Xiumei never understood why Su Yun had killed her.
Her eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Su Yun as she died.
After killing Lu Xiumei, Su Yun finally seemed to feel the hunger in her stomach. Having survived seven years in the apocalypse, she was used to this sensation.
But the surroundings gave her a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.
This place looked like her room from before the apocalypse. Every furnishing was exactly the same as in her memory. A ray of bright sunlight slipped in through the gap in the curtains.
It was daytime, yet the curtains were drawn tightly shut.
A thought flashed through her mind. Su Yun walked toward the window, trembling as she reached out and pulled the curtain open a crack.
Downstairs in the residential compound, four or five dozen zombies had gathered. They hunched forward as they wandered. Most of their bellies had been gnawed open into bloody holes.
Intestines and organs spilled out, dragging along the ground as they moved. In the landscaped greenery lay several corpses that had already been chewed on—given more time, they would likely turn as well.
Under the scorching sun, waves of putrid stench radiated from the zombies. Yet to Su Yun, all of this felt strangely comforting.
She glanced at the time displayed beneath the television.
It seemed she had really come back—back to the seventh day after the apocalypse descended, the very day she had awakened her space ability.
A sudden epidemic swept across the globe. Sixty percent of humanity turned into zombies, and among the few survivors, some awakened supernatural abilities during the chaos.
She was one of them.
She tried to use her ability, but Su Yun discovered that her space power seemed different from before.
In her previous life, the space could only store items. But in this life—why were there now six plots of farmland and a well?
With a slight shift of thought, Su Yun tried to enter the space, but failed. It seemed she still couldn’t go inside.
She had been unconscious for two days while awakening her ability and hadn’t eaten anything. Her stomach growled loudly. Su Yun opened her bedroom door and walked toward the kitchen refrigerator.
It was the seventh day since the apocalypse broke out. Most people in the city had turned into zombies, but they hadn’t evolved yet and could only attack humans by instinct.
They hadn’t attacked power plants or signal stations, so many places in the city still had electricity.
As she opened the fridge, a burst of cold air spilled out, making the pores on Su Yun’s skin relax.
There wasn’t much food left inside. After the apocalypse began, only she and Lu Xiumei were left at home.
Her father, Su Jianlin, had been working at his company. He was still alive but trapped there.
Her younger sister, Su Yue, was also still alive, but trapped at school.
The fridge held very little: two bottles of milk, one shredded bread pack that had expired four days ago—which she herself had bought for convenience at work—plus a packet of instant noodles and a few stalks of scallions and garlic.
In her previous life, after awakening her ability, she had looked at the meager food left at home and ventured out to search for supplies.
In the end, she was absorbed by an official organization and, relying on her space ability, followed them to collect urban resources.
Glancing at Lu Xiumei’s corpse in the room, Su Yun poured boiled water into a bowl and gnawed on the expired shredded bread pack.
This water was the last bit left in the drinking dispenser.
She drank the two bottles of milk, wolfed everything down, and finished the shredded bread. The instant noodles were still undercooked, but Su Yun couldn’t wait.
As soon as she lifted the lid, the aroma of the noodles made her inhale deeply.
Who would understand? By the fourth year of the apocalypse, only big shots in the safe bases could enjoy something like this. For ordinary people, even smelling it was a luxury.
Not to mention eating fresh vegetables.
Those who could live like that in the apocalypse were truly people above others.