Although the instant noodles were undercooked, to Su Yun they were a rare delicacy. In her previous life she had often gone hungry, and after being reborn she had gone two full days without eating.
She even drank all the noodle soup, yet her stomach was only about seventy percent full. Getting up, she opened the doors to the rooms in the house and began searching through them.
Under the bed in her younger sister Su Yue’s room, there was a box. Several books were pressed on top of it, but inside were six packs of luosifen, along with two packs of soy-braised duck and duck necks.
At the bottom of the wardrobe in her father Su Jianlin’s room, hidden beneath clothes, were a tray of eggs, some dried noodles, and four apples—food that Lu Xiumei had secretly stashed away.
Thinking back to her previous life, after the zombie outbreak she had taken out all the snacks she had bought and eaten them together with Lu Xiumei.
Sometimes she would go out to look for food and come back empty-handed, ending up hungry. On several occasions, when she returned, she even smelled the faint scent of luosifen.
But Lu Xiumei had said it was someone else in the building eating and that the smell was drifting everywhere. She had believed it at the time.
Who would have thought that the one secretly hoarding and eating food behind her back was actually Lu Xiumei? She truly deserved to die.
Su Yun stored all the food she found into her space. As the items entered, the size of the space gradually revealed itself.
She froze in shock—it was as big as two bird nests. In her previous life, it had never been this large.
Back then, her storage space had already been outstanding among those with the same type of ability.
She never expected that after being reborn, she would gain such an unexpected bonus. This change in her space was something she absolutely could not let anyone discover.
Still, a larger space was a good thing. It meant she could stockpile more daily necessities. After all, once the apocalypse arrived, it wasn’t just zombies she had to face, but also extreme weather conditions.
This time, she would not experience hunger in the apocalypse again. She would eat her fill every single day.
She gathered up all the bedding and clothes in the house, sorted them, and stored them in the space—winter clothes separated from summer clothes. She took her father’s and stepmother’s clothes as well.
She also packed up Su Yue’s things. When she opened Su Yue’s wardrobe, Su Yun discovered several pieces of designer clothing.
She had long known her father favored Su Yue—even her own safety base quota had been meant to be given to Su Yue instead.
So upon seeing those branded clothes, Su Yun felt no emotional stir at all. She had already been completely disappointed in familial affection.
In contrast, many of the clothes in her own wardrobe were identical cheap items. During the year after graduating college, while she was an intern, she sometimes had to hand over part of her salary to the family.
Lu Xiumei’s words back then were: *“Your father works hard to support the family. Now that you have a job, it’s time to give something back and help ease his burden.”*
It was now July, and the weather was scorching hot. The clothes hanging in her wardrobe were all summer wear, with winter clothes pressed down at the bottom.
Su Yun put all of her clothes into the space, leaving the wardrobe completely empty.
Lu Xiumei’s corpse lay by the bed. After glancing at the window and avoiding the residential compound’s cameras, Su Yun hoisted the body up and threw it out the window.
Their apartment was on the eighth floor. When the body hit the ground, a dull *thud* echoed up. Su Yun stood by the window watching.
Even a small disturbance was enough to attract the wandering zombies downstairs. The scent of blood drove them into greater frenzy as they rushed toward Lu Xiumei’s body.
Blood-smeared zombie heads pressed against her abdomen, jaws opening wide as they tore into the flesh.
In just a few bites, her stomach was ripped open. Intestines and organs spilled out with the blood, and the zombies, as if smelling a delicacy, grabbed the entrails and stuffed them into their mouths, chewing wildly.
The scene was both bloody and nauseating.
Human entrails were their favorite food.
Su Yun carefully closed the window and drew the curtains, plunging the room back into darkness.
She went to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, where she indeed found half a barrel of rice. The lid was tightly sealed, and the rice itself was fine.
However, the water supply had been contaminated and carried the zombie virus, making it impossible to cook rice with tap water.
Turning on the faucet over the sink, a stream of foul-smelling water poured out. At first it was yellow, then gradually mixed with black sediment.
These were fragments of zombies corroded into the water. Drinking it would also lead to infection with the zombie virus.
Su Yun thought of the well beside the six plots of farmland in her space. She removed the now-empty water jug from the dispenser, and with a thought, the jug appeared inside the well.
She filled an entire jug with water. Looking at the water level in the well, she saw that it hadn’t dropped at all.
Could it be that the water in this space well was inexhaustible?
This discovery was an immense delight to her. If that were truly the case, then in the apocalypse she would have complete freedom with water.
Especially by the third year of the apocalypse, when water resources dried up—pure water could be exchanged for unimaginable amounts of supplies.
To test this, Su Yun took out her foldable soaking tub and drew water from the space well, filling half the tub to bathe.
Sure enough, her guess was correct. Even after filling half a tub, the water level in the well still hadn’t dropped—it was truly endless.
This made it even more important for her to guard her secret.
Perhaps because it came from the well, the water tasted cool and refreshing—pure drinking water, with no side effects on the body at all.
In the blazing July heat, with no air conditioning in her room and the water supply polluted, she hadn’t bathed once in these seven days.
She had been afraid that contaminated water might seep into the scratches and small wounds on her body, leading to infection.
Her sticky T-shirt clung to her skin, and her scalp, irritated by sweat, itched unbearably.