Even if she was caught on camera while moving at night, as long as she deliberately disguised herself, no one would be able to trace it back to her.
Knowing she needed quite a lot of supplies, Su Yun found some paper and a pen and wrote down a list of what she needed.
The authorities were extremely sensitive at the moment and were also quietly collecting supplies throughout the city, so Su Yun didn’t dare use her phone to search for anything related to food.
She couldn’t afford to leave even the slightest trace on her phone.
After browsing the news online, Su Yun opened the property management group chat for Huayuan Residential Complex.
The messages at the top were from a few days ago—neighbors who had survived were asking for help in the group, saying that their family members had turned into zombies and hoping others in the building who were still alive could lend a hand.
But everyone was barely able to protect themselves.
The most recent messages were all asking the same thing: *Does anyone have water?*
**Building 10, 3rd Floor:** Does anyone still have water? I’ve been thirsty for two days. If anyone has some, I’ll buy it at a high price.
Attached was a photo of their now-empty water jug.
**Building 10, 6th Floor:** My place is out of water too. I’ll also pay a high price, or we can trade—one pack of instant noodles for one bottle of water.
It was now the seventh day of the apocalypse. Everyone could be said to be on the verge of running out of supplies.
Cities were worse than rural areas. In the countryside, people still had their own vegetable plots and could be self-sufficient for a while. The first places to run out of supplies were the cities.
**Building 10, 14th Floor:** I have water, I can trade with you, but there are two zombies in my apartment. I’m hiding in a room and can’t get out.
One is on the 6th floor, one on the 14th floor, and the stairwell is full of zombies.
**Building 10, 6th Floor:** We’re eight floors apart. How about this—you cut up some spare bedsheets into strips, tie a bucket to them, and slowly lower it down. I’ll take the water and put the instant noodles in for you.
Both of them thought this was a good idea. Su Yun, however, felt they were far too naïve.
It was a decent plan, but they were openly discussing it in the group—did they really think there were only the two of them left alive in Building 10?
Su Yun knew that there were definitely more survivors in this building than just the dozen or so who were speaking up in the group. Many people were like her, silently watching the messages.
Sure enough, not long after, she saw the people from the 6th and 14th floors cursing in the group.
**6th Floor:** Who the hell has no morals and took the water? Who stole my water? Don’t let me find out who it was.
**14th Floor:** Please, everyone, have some mercy. I’ve really been hungry for two days. Just drinking water won’t fill me up. If anyone wants to trade, please DM me—don’t steal it secretly.
They were truly desperate from hunger.
After getting a general grasp of the current situation, Su Yun put her phone on the sofa to charge. She also downloaded many farming videos, as well as cooking tutorials and a lot of novels, so she would have something to pass the time with in the future.
Her phone’s storage space was limited. After downloading those videos and novels, there was no room left for movies or TV shows.
In her father’s room, she found her stepmother Lu Xiumei’s phone. It was password-locked. The lock screen was a family photo taken on a previous outing—everyone was in it except her.
After the first photo was taken, Su Yue had asked Su Jianlin to take another one with just the two of them and their mother.
The phone’s password was Su Yue’s birthday. After unlocking it, Su Yun used Lu Xiumei’s phone to download a large number of movies and TV shows, stopping only when a storage-full warning popped up.
The room gradually grew darker. Su Yun went to the window and pulled back the curtain. It was around 8:30 p.m.
Several motion-sensor lights were installed along the residential landscaping. In the darkness, whenever zombies passed by them, the lights flickered on and off, illuminating their terrifying silhouettes.
Su Yun took out the backpack she had packed during the day from her space. It was one she had bought back when she was in college— a mountaineering backpack.
Along with it was a full set of matching gear: a windbreaker, pants, trekking poles, and a hat. After graduating, she had wanted to travel and bought all this equipment.
When it arrived, she had neatly arranged it on her bed, imagining herself wearing it while going out to explore.
But in the end, she never used any of it. It had been pressed at the bottom of a box.
The weather was hot. She wore a short-sleeved shirt, carried the mountaineering backpack, and put on breathable athletic shoes. After looking around, the most practical weapons she could find at home were several kitchen knives.
She took out a whetstone from the cupboard and sharpened every blade.
She dismantled a broom handle, tied a sharpened fruit knife to it, wrapped it with rope several times, and finally reinforced it with tape until it was secure. She brought the remaining knives with her as well.
Pressing her ear to the door, she listened carefully to the sounds in the hallway. Their building had two apartments per floor. During the day, she had heard movement in the corridor.
She didn’t know whether that zombie was still there.
After awakening her ability, her body was stronger than that of an ordinary person. Combined with her experience killing zombies in her previous life, her current physical condition made dealing with ten zombies no problem at all.
Fortunately, this was still the early stage—no mutated zombies had appeared yet, making them easier to deal with.
Su Yun’s right hand closed around the doorknob. With a *click*, the door opened. In her other hand, she held the bound fruit knife.
As the door opened, the corridor’s motion-sensor lights turned on as well. Dried bloodstains and scattered chunks of flesh littered the floor.
Recalling the layout of the hallway from her previous life, Su Yun walked toward the elevator with her knife in hand. The elevator was still functioning, stopped at the seventeenth floor.
As she neared the stairwell, the corridor lights suddenly went out. Su Yun took out the flashlight she had prepared in advance and shone it downward.
A pair of green eyes met the beam of her flashlight.