My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

My hand, holding the cigarette, was actually trembling. The thought of leaving in that moment was almost completely abandoned.

"This... this damn world is so disgusting!!"

I spat out viciously, unsure of what to be angry at.

Monsters?

I glanced down at the monster. I thought, if it still had memories, it would absolutely not want to have become this kind of beast.

Viruses?

They were just a bunch of mindless creatures, doing what their instincts dictated.

I took a deep drag, feeling the burning sensation in my lungs. I fiercely threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it hard. Only then did I turn and walk towards the door. This mess of a room, I'd just leave it as it was...

If I were that monster, I'd beg someone to kill me. Thinking this, if that person still had any sanity, they should be thinking the same thing, right?

Perhaps... death was their best outcome.

"These monsters!"

I clenched my slightly trembling fists, forcibly suppressing the disgust and fear within me. I took a deep breath and finally walked into... the corridor.

I had been here a few times before, but only to accompany others. Back then, the city hospital, though bustling with people, always had a clean floor. But now...

The floor was littered with debris. Dried, black bloodstains covered large patches of the ground. Several carts were overturned, and there were a few bags of injections on the floor...

"Grumble..."

That was my stomach growling, yet it still startled me. At the same time, I thought about what would happen if it growled while I was trying to avoid zombies or monsters...

"That would be certain death..." I touched my smooth abdomen, tsk tsk tsk! I had to admit, my current body was much better than a model's.

Cough cough...

Stop it! Am I overstressed from suddenly waking up in this terrible time that I'm fantasizing about my own body?

Thinking this... my eyes suddenly caught sight of those bags of injections...

"Could it be..."

In an instant, I suddenly thought, what if... there was that thing inside?!

I walked over a few steps, the soles of my sneakers scraping across the tiled floor with a "squeak." Fortunately, it seemed there were no zombies on this floor. Or rather, even if there were, they had already been dealt with by that green monster.

I squatted down and picked up a bag, examining it. It read...

"Glucose injection."

As expected!! That's great. And all these bags were unused. I quickly stood up and started collecting them.

Once I had them all, I looked at the surrounding doors. Some were closed, while others were open. From behind the closed doors, I could clearly hear strange noises. It seemed like those were zombies who didn't dare to come out and were trapped inside.

I casually found an empty room and walked in. Hmm... it was very clean. This room wasn't too messy. It looked like no one had lived here before the apocalypse broke out, or they had escaped before it began. The bedding was neatly folded at the head of the bed.

I found a hospital bed closest to the door and placed these 'glucose injections' on the white sheets.

Seven bags in total. This way, I didn't have to worry too much about my meals for the time being.

Additionally... I also found a scalpel. This thing, though not large, its sharpness and toughness...

The convenience was beyond imagination, and it was easy to carry. It would definitely be useful in the future.

As for scissors, I wouldn't consider them. While they might be convenient at times, they are difficult to carry and not as versatile as a small knife, so I discarded the idea.

I picked up a bag of glucose, wiped off the dust on it, and gently sliced it open with the scalpel. Instantly, a long, neatly cut opening appeared.

I quickly brought my mouth to it and began to drink greedily.

Not bad... this glucose... actually has a slightly sweet taste. It's not cloying, but very refreshing.

"Gulp... gulp... gulp..."

This small bag isn't big, about 300 milliliters of injection fluid, basically equivalent to half a bottle of Sprite, and it's not carbonated. It's pretty much like sugar water. I finished it in two or three gulps.

"Hmm... finally, I can fill my stomach."

Wiping the transparent liquid from the corner of my lips, I nodded with satisfaction, tossed the now-empty bag aside, and looked down at the remaining six bags.

"It's not easy to carry... how should I take them?"

Suddenly, I remembered that when I changed clothes in that room just now, I saw a women's single-shoulder crossbody bag. Although it was small, if I stuffed it, it should be able to hold them.

No sooner said than done, I didn't hesitate. I walked back to that room and took out the small bag from the closet. It was a single-shoulder bag, and inside were a wallet, some cosmetics, a small mirror, a handkerchief...

"A handkerchief?!"

The moment I saw the handkerchief, I couldn't help but laugh. My face was covered in blood right now. If you didn't consider the color, it would be quite comical. Thinking this, I prepared to wipe my face with the handkerchief.

"There are even wet wipes!!"

That's great! I actually saw a pack of wet wipes. I quickly opened it and wiped off the green and red bloodstains from my face. However, there were still some dried bloodstains at the roots of my hair, which I couldn't do anything about.

Just now, when fighting the green monster... alright, I'm just that bad at naming things.

But simple and clear is best, so from now on, I'll call that thing a green monster!

When fighting the green monster, the back of my head hit the wall. Although my bone wasn't injured, it must have been broken. The wound probably wasn't that big...

I reached out to touch it, but...

"It doesn't hurt? It's gone??"

I was surprised and touched the wound again, carefully pressing up and down, and only then did I confirm.

"It's really... gone! Could this... also be related to me becoming like this?"

Chapter Ten: Picking Up Trash, Picking Up Trash

The wound was gone, but the bloodstains on my scalp remained. I scratched my head and scraped off the dried bloodstains, then shook my head and immediately felt a wave of coolness.

"The strange speed of hair growth... and this incredible healing speed... Could it be that after being bitten by that thing, I also underwent some kind of mutation?"

I asked myself and answered.

"It seems... that's likely the case, and my becoming like this is probably also due to this reason. Could it be... that this virus changed my genes?"

Perhaps, but the probability of that is too low. Maybe... I'm just lucky. Only the XY genes were changed, not other parts.

I put the glucose into the bag while touching my head, frowning and thinking.

The emergency food is secured, but this can only be a temporary solution. Long-term use of glucose will lead to all sorts of unpredictable consequences.

is a problem, after all, humans aren't creatures who can live on candy alone.

At least, right now I want to eat something else.

And this world is always so coincidental. Just as I casually glanced into a closed-door hospital room, I suddenly saw, Inside one of the rooms, there were actually

lots of snacks!

Just sitting there!

Sausages... roasted sausages... all sealed!

And potato chips! Wow! There was even Master Kang instant noodles!!

Thinking that I hadn't eaten anything for a whole month, and then looking at the sausages and instant noodles inside, my mouth... naturally began to water.

Let me make one thing clear! I'm not a foodie! Absolutely not.

Thinking of Master Kang + Jinluo King... my mind then drifted to boiled fish... Although there's no connection between them, I can't help it, my imagination is just that wild.

Boiled fish... crystal pork knuckle... braised beef... stewed chicken with mushrooms