Tier 2 Zombie

The rooftop on the twenty-fifth floor was very high—so high that without binoculars, it was impossible to see what was happening on the ground.

Jiang You usually passed the time by watching movies or looking around through her binoculars.

One moment, a zombie was chasing someone down the street and biting into them.

The next, an enraged survivor was smashing the zombie's head open.

Besides, the weather was hot and there was no electricity, so no one closed their windows even during the day. Every occupied home had its windows open for ventilation.

That allowed Jiang You to see many sights that others couldn't.

She wasn't afraid of the sun. After all those years in the Forbidden Tower, where there was neither light nor day, she had grown especially fond of the feeling of sunlight on her body.

Seven or eight people lived on the sixth floor diagonally across from her. First, a couple had just finished getting intimate, and after the man left, another brother put on a Cao Cao-style performance.

After the woman left, the two men rolled into bed together.

She stared at that household, her mental CPU practically overheating from turning so quickly, yet she still couldn't untangle the complicated relationships among those people.

It was too complicated. Having too many people around was just too complicated.

It was still better to be alone.

Jiang You blinked and started looking at another building. One of the households there put on a full-scale martial-arts show several times a day. Judging by the time, it should be about to start.

But this time, after she turned the binoculars in that direction,

she let out a disappointed sigh.

"Oh-ho~"

The house was covered in blood, and several zombies were wandering aimlessly inside.

One of them was one of the survivors from before.

It seemed her viewing channel had lost another member.

While she was watching other people, someone else might also be watching her from the shadows.

Jiang You looked toward the rooftop of a high-rise not far away. A glaring flash of reflected light flickered past.

She clicked her tongue in boredom. After looking around for a while, she moved the upright punching bag that had already been broken off its stand on the balcony into a corner.

Then she went inside, carried out a new punching bag, warmed up, and started exercising again.

Jiang You did a plank on the mat.

After a while, she was drenched in sweat from head to toe, and her arms were trembling slightly.

Da Zhuang let out a disdainful cry, sauntered over on silent paws, and lay down directly opposite her.

Its vicious face was filled with contempt, as though it were saying, That's it?

Jiang You rolled her eyes at him, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Da Zhuang's tail.

"Since you're free, train with me."

"Meow!!!"

Da Zhuang's fur stood on end as he struggled desperately, but it was already too late to leave.

Jiang You held his tail. "Stop struggling. Train with me. Hehehe!"

That smile made her look exactly like a street thug.

After the apocalypse, everyone else was growing thinner by the day, but things were completely different for her.

When she had first been reborn, she had looked like a bean sprout—black and skinny.

But now, with good food and daily exercise, she had visibly filled out.

Her entire body looked much more well-proportioned.

The only thing she found a little hard to get used to was her skin color. The results of the perfect-stem-cell experiment had given her body regenerative and restorative abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

Even though she basked on the balcony every day, her skin was still so pale that she looked as white and corpse-like as someone who had been dead for three days without being buried.

This was no longer ordinary cool-toned pale skin.

Pale skin was attractive, but this abnormal pallor had no beauty to it and instead made her look eerie.

Even if she stayed up all night, every night, she couldn't see the slightest trace of dark circles when she got up in the morning.

The old scars on her face and body had long since vanished. Her skin was so smooth that she felt even a mosquito would have to do the splits after landing on it.

With experimental results like these, if she had been living in peaceful times, even without the regenerative ability,

she could have conquered the world with that heaven-defying cosmetic effect alone.

In the afternoon, after Jiang You showered, she went into her space as usual to make an inspection.

The saplings she had planted had already grown to half a person's height. In another half a month, the livestock probably wouldn't need to be penned anymore and could be released.

She picked some strawberries and cherry tomatoes from the yard, eating as she walked to check on the food she was raising.

The little yellow chicken had grown a lot. Its tiny drumsticks looked extremely sturdy; it would surely have quite a bite when made into chicken stew.

The little lamb had grown somewhat. Its thick wool piled over its body like clouds. It would surely be delicious roasted whole.

The duckling was plump and robust. Jiang You could almost see the glistening Peking duck already.

She picked all the unfinished strawberries and cherry tomatoes and fed them to the livestock.

She kept only a few large, brilliantly red strawberries to take out of the space for Da Zhuang.

That cat ate anything: mutated rats, lizards, geckos, all kinds of high-protein insects, even plain white rice. The only thing he wouldn't eat was cat food.

The first time Jiang You brought out cat food, Da Zhuang's eye roll had practically reached the heavens.

She glanced at Da Zhuang's cat bed. There was only a toy fish inside, while its owner had gone off somewhere to catch rats again.

Jiang You quietly stayed in the house.

The supplies she had stockpiled were not used to support men, nor were they given to some inexplicable teammates. They all went into her own stomach to help her put on weight.

Not a bit of it was wasted.

At night, Jiang You took Da Zhuang out into the streets as usual.

First, she caught a zombie and tapped on its skull with her finger.

It made a crisp "knock, knock, knock."

"Da Zhuang, remember this: when a skull makes a relatively crisp sound after being tapped, it usually means it isn't ripe. There generally isn't a crystal core inside that kind of brain."

"Meow?"

Da Zhuang stared in confusion at the zombie whose head she had smashed apart: I don't read much, so you're trying to fool me?!

She caught another zombie, removed its head, and continued tapping.

She removed more than a dozen heads in succession, and they all made the same sound.

A person and a cat walked through the narrow alley. Whenever they encountered a zombie, they removed its head and tapped on it.

In the distance, a shadow quietly followed her the entire time.

Just as Jiang You had lost hope and was preparing to head home,

a shadow suddenly sprang out of a window and pounced straight at Jiang You.

"Meow!!!!"

Da Zhuang sensed the danger, and his fur instantly stood on end.

He shot forward and directly clashed with the shadow.

While Da Zhuang fought, Jiang You got a clear look at the shadow.

It was a gaunt zombie whose entire body had shriveled considerably.

Its back was unnaturally hunched. Dark, bluish-black skin clung tightly to its protruding bones, and its face still faintly showed that it had been an old person in life.

Its head had clearly mutated, as though it had atrophied.

An oval baby-like head sat atop an adult body. All five features on its face were squeezed together, and when its mouth opened, it stretched straight to its ears, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.

Strands of unknown flesh still hung from its teeth.

This was a Tier 2 zombie!

The sparse, long white hair on its head was yanked out in clumps by Da Zhuang's claws.

But Da Zhuang was still only a cat. After barely a minute, the Tier 2 zombie had torn open a gash in his head. Yet instead of being afraid, he pounced even more fiercely.

As though he had no fear of death.

Jiang You was somewhat curious about Da Zhuang's combat strength. He had been restrained before, yet he had still been able to keep two zombies from approaching. He was clearly no pushover.

In the apocalypse, what did getting hurt matter?

She had never intended to raise Da Zhuang as a delicate pet.

"Meow!!!!!"

"Hrgh!!!!"

Da Zhuang was ferocious. The vicious expression on his feline face was so sinister that merely looking at it made one's scalp prickle.

It felt as though this cat wanted to eat people.

The Tier 2 zombie wasn't willing to back down either. It absolutely refused to let itself be stopped by a tiny cat.

It had been secretly following Jiang You for a long time. This human kept stopping and starting along the way, while the zombies rushing at her had their heads plucked off as easily as melons from a vegetable patch.

It had been a long time since it had seen such an interesting human.

Compared with those humans who could only scream and shout, this human would definitely taste better.

The Tier 2 zombie was extremely irritable and wanted to kill the damn cat immediately, but although Da Zhuang was small, that was precisely why he was so fast.

He dodged and attacked with remarkable agility. Just when it seemed he had rushed forward, he vanished in the blink of an eye.

The Tier 2 zombie couldn't accurately predict his next direction at all.

He was like a ghost, appearing here one moment and there the next.

Although he had suffered plenty of wounds, he had also left numerous claw marks on the Tier 2 zombie.

They were fighting with the resolve to suffer a thousand casualties to inflict eight hundred on the enemy!

The claw marks weren't fatal, but they made the zombie extremely agitated.