After the little zombie’s head was separated from its body, it stopped struggling.
A gust of wind came from behind. Su Yun twisted aside to dodge it. By the light of a nearby street sign, she saw that under cars and in various corners, more child zombies were crawling out. They were wearing kindergarten uniforms, their faces deathly pale, with dried blood at the corners of their mouths and on their chests.
They looked at Su Yun, baring their teeth and letting out giggling sounds. Her scalp tingled. She brought the cleaver down in a single strike at the neck of a lunging child zombie.
The blade struck bone and failed to sever the neck completely. With its head wobbling as if about to fall off, it still tried to attack her.
Without any hesitation, Su Yun ran toward a nearby car. After a few quick steps, she leapt onto the roof.
Zombies trapped between the gaps of vehicles reached out to grab at her as she passed. Su Yun kept jumping and weaving across the tops of the cars, narrowly avoiding danger as she left the intersection behind.
Zombies were everywhere now. Su Yun was grateful that this wasn’t a major city—otherwise, every turn would lead into a dense horde.
At this reborn point in time, although her abilities had awakened, her physical condition hadn’t caught up yet.
From the moment she left home until now, she had killed at least twenty zombies. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and with the repeated bursts of sprinting, her body was starting to give out. Leaning against the warm wall in the darkness, she could even hear her own heartbeat.
She took a bottle of water from her backpack and gulped down a few mouthfuls. The clothes on her back were soaked with sweat.
The front of her shirt was damp as well.
After a brief rest, Su Yun picked up the pace again toward the food street. Even though her body was struggling under the intense exertion, she refused to stop. Only by breaking her limits again and again could she grow stronger.
And with abilities enhancing her body, those sore muscles would gradually heal on their own.
Su Yun arrived at the food street at around ten o’clock. She had left home around eight, but wasted quite a bit of time on the street near the trash bins.
Over the past two days, people had been coming to the food street one after another, and many zombies here had already been dealt with through joint efforts. As Su Yun entered the food street, she even saw several groups searching for supplies together.
They moved back and forth between shops and stalls, their backpacks bulging with loot.
They had done quite well.
Everyone tacitly avoided speaking. Their steps were light, and even when they communicated, they typed on their phones.
It was only the seventh day. There still weren’t that many people coming to the food street. In her previous life, she had been busy getting familiar with her abilities at this time.
By the time she came to the food street back then, there had been almost nothing left.
Su Yun felt a surge of excitement. Even though the authorities were collecting supplies throughout the city, as long as she could scavenge some leftovers, she could live steadily.
From time to time, beams of flashlight light swept over Su Yun, but when people saw the dark bloodstains on her clothes, they quickly looked away.
The chaos was only just beginning. The authorities were still calling on everyone online to wait for rescue. Even when people encountered each other outside, it hadn’t yet reached the point of killing one another over supplies.
Su Yun entered a cake shop she used to frequent. The hand-torn bread she had eaten earlier that day had been bought here.
Ever since she started working, most of her breakfasts had come from this place.
The once clean and tidy cake shop was now in disarray. The floor was covered with messy footprints, and several glass display cases for cakes had been smashed.
Some shards of glass still had cream on them. In the corner lay three zombie corpses, their faces familiar—they had been employees of this shop.
Behind the cashier was the baking room. Despite the bloody, rotten stench outside, there was still a sweet aroma lingering in the bakery.
A small storage room was partitioned off inside the baking area, stacked with bags of flour. Judging by the flour trails on the floor, many bags had already been taken.
Su Yun checked the entire small storeroom—there were no cameras. There were two cameras in the baking room.
She didn’t take much. Quietly, Su Yun stored five bags of flour into her space.
Besides the flour, there were two rows of shelves against the wall. One of them was filled with eggs, though many had already been taken.
Su Yun likewise stored five trays of eggs into her space. Just as she turned to check the other shelf, a group of five people walked in.
They paused when they saw Su Yun. Since neither side knew the other, they simply nodded.
“Bro, let’s just take one bag today, then go grab other stuff…” the group ignored Su Yun and began whispering among themselves.
It looked like this wasn’t their first visit.
A bag of flour was very heavy. With zombies to avoid, carrying something that heavy made escaping difficult.
They decided to take only one bag of flour, planning to have two of them take turns carrying it.
Su Yun took a plastic bag from the counter, scooped some flour into it, tied it up, and stuffed it into her backpack.
She also grabbed a tray of eggs and put it into her backpack—though she stored it directly into her space once it was inside.
The group didn’t find her actions strange.
Successfully carrying a whole bag of flour all the way home was very difficult. Most people packed small amounts into plastic bags, taking a little each visit.
After finishing, Su Yun moved to the other row of shelves.
The items on this shelf were much more plentiful.