“She was so afraid of those things—how could she possibly go out and throw her life away? It must have been you who harmed her, right…?”
“Su Yun… Su Yun… I don’t believe my mom would be bitten by zombies for no reason while staying at home.”
“It had to be you, didn’t it? I know—you’ve always hated my mom…”
Su Yue’s messages kept coming, but Su Yun couldn’t be bothered to read them. Looking at the familiar zombie downstairs, she took a few more photos and sent them to Su Yue.
She even recorded a video.
When Su Yue saw what Su Yun sent, she completely broke down.
In the video, under the blazing sun, Lu Xiumei’s top had been gnawed into ragged strips hanging off her body. Her entire chest cavity was empty—only the spine and ribs remained, with a few shreds of flesh clinging to them.
Her internal organs had been completely eaten away. The flesh on her chin was gone as well, exposing blood-smeared teeth.
It could only be described as a horrific death.
Su Yue burst into loud sobs, her heart filled more with confusion and helplessness than anything else.
Her father had just called and told her that her mother had been bitten by zombies. She couldn’t believe her mother would recklessly go outside.
She suspected Su Yun had done it, but she had no evidence.
Making both of them feel miserable at once put Su Yun in a very good mood. Lu Xiumei was dead, but she’d gotten off too easily.
As for the remaining two—she would play with them slowly.
She wanted them to truly experience the cruelty of the apocalypse. Best of all would be if the two of them turned on each other—that would be the real spectacle.
In her previous life, after the family reunited, the three of them constantly gaslighted her, forcing her to go out in search of food, while the three of them stood united.
Once, when Su Yue caused trouble at the base, Su Jianlin protected her in every possible way. This time around, Su Yun wanted to see whether this father and daughter would still play at being a loving parent and filial child.
She was already faintly looking forward to the scene of them tearing each other apart.
Taking out the watermelon knife she had collected from the supermarket the night before—it was about as long as her forearm—Su Yun tested a swing. It felt fairly handy.
She turned off the air conditioner and went out. Unlike last night’s cautious movements, the daytime made everything in the stairwell clearly visible at a glance.
Holding the watermelon knife in one hand, Su Yun went downstairs. The zombies on the seventh floor had already been dealt with, but on every floor below that, there were at least two zombies roaming the stairwell.
She didn’t waste unnecessary stamina. Her speed going downstairs was practically a sprint, not lingering to deal with the zombies.
First, there were still quite a few survivors living in her building. Second, even if she cleared out the stairwell zombies, would those people come out and thank her or something?
She had already learned how sinister human nature could be in her previous life.
The moment she rushed out of the stairwell, four zombies caught the scent of a living human and charged toward her. Su Yun swung the watermelon knife hard at a zombie’s neck.
A watermelon knife was great for cutting fruit, but it wasn’t especially sharp against zombies. That single strike got the blade stuck.
Su Yun found herself missing the horizontal saber she’d used in her previous life—the weapon she had traded a large amount of star coins for.
Made of special materials, it could slice through a zombie’s head as easily as cutting a watermelon.
She lifted her foot and kicked the zombie, wrenching the stuck blade free with force, then swung again without the slightest pause.
Dodging the splattering black blood, Su Yun ran toward the low wall she was familiar with. After exiting the garbage alley, there were more than a dozen additional zombies on the street compared to last night.
The sun hung directly overhead. Looking down the street, heat waves shimmered in the air. Su Yun still remembered her purpose for coming out.
She didn’t want to waste even a second of time stockpiling supplies. Before others had fully reacted, she needed to gather as much as possible.
Reaching the first intersection she had passed through the night before, Su Yun took out the prepared bottles from her backpack. With few people venturing out for supplies during the day, she took the opportunity.
She was here for gasoline and diesel. These cars wouldn’t stay untouched forever—people would come for them sooner or later. Before that happened, she would take as much as she could.
After dealing with two zombies that wandered too close, Su Yun pried open a car’s fuel cap and inserted the siphon. The siphon belonged to Su Jianlin.
At home, Su Jianlin had a sedan for commuting, while Lu Xiumei rode a motorcycle. Whenever Lu Xiumei ran out of gas, she would siphon fuel from Su Jianlin’s car.
Now, that very tool was proving useful to Su Yun.
She leaned against the car, with several other vehicles blocking her from view. Surveillance cameras could only capture her standing there—
They had no idea what she was actually doing.
The bottle in Su Yun’s hand was already full, but she kept siphoning anyway. The fuel that came out went straight into her spatial storage.
With so many cars here, siphoning all of them would be enough to last her for quite some time.
Once she finished with one car, she moved on to the next. Some zombies were trapped between vehicles, separated from her by a short distance, hissing nonstop in her direction.
The sun was merciless. Before even half the cars were done, Su Yun was already being roasted by the heat. Under the blazing sun, even her sun-protective clothing began to feel hot.
She took out a folding stool and some water from her backpack and sat down in the shade cast by the cars to rest.
If only she could get gasoline from the underground tanks at a gas station—that would save a lot of trouble.
But trying to get fuel from a gas station was wishful thinking. Su Yun laughed at herself and quickly dismissed the idea.
Right now, the authorities were scrambling everywhere to secure supplies. A critical resource like gasoline wasn’t something an ordinary person would ever get their hands on.