The Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

Waste of effort. I inspect every bag I come across—wet wipes, phones, even car keys, I didn't let any of them go. I also swapped the original women's handbag for a backpack. There were bandages too, and I even found another ZIPPO, which I naturally pocketed without courtesy. At a time like this, I don't believe any police officer would come to stop me!

Cough...

But really, there's everything here... I even found two packs of clean... sanitary pads?

Holding them in my hand, my mood was incredibly complicated. After hesitating repeatedly, I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and stuffed those two packs of sanitary pads into the bag.

By now, I had already descended about ten floors. What surprised me was that I didn't feel too exhausted, just slightly sweaty. You have to understand, before this, I would be panting after running three hundred meters, let alone going down stairs.

Chapter 11: Battle in the Medicine Storage Room

But that wasn't the main issue. What really made me suspicious was...

"From start to finish, I haven't seen a single zombie."

That's right... after these ten floors, I basically hadn't seen anything that could move... let alone move, there wasn't even a single corpse. That made my heart tighten. Strange, isn't it?

If people had fled through the stairwell when the chaos broke out, I wouldn't have picked up so many things along the way. But correspondingly, if people had run through the stairs, at least one or two bodies would have been left behind, right? It wouldn't be strange to have three or five zombies either.

But from start to finish, aside from the scattered debris and random personal items—things like ID cards, X-rays, medical certificates, phones, watches—there was not a single corpse.

"What... happened here?"

Still, thanks to these things, I did find quite a few useful items. For example, this mechanical watch turned out to be a Longines brand—that's a big name, even if it's a women's model.

But at a time like this, having something to check the time anytime, I naturally put it on without hesitation. After all, I'm a woman now...

Suddenly, I felt a deep sense of sorrow... Was that an illusion?

I set the time. Earlier, while eating the ham, I had synced my phone's time with the wall clock. So I adjusted the watch to match my phone.

This was an automatic mechanical watch. After a month without being worn, the hour hand had stopped. But after fiddling with it for a while, the time slowly began to move again.

After syncing the time, it was now...

14:43

"Already past two in the afternoon?" I thought. Considering the two incidents earlier, I had wasted quite a bit of time. I should leave as soon as possible to avoid being stuck on the street at night. In this world full of danger, the night is far too perilous.

With that in mind, I quickened my pace. Fortunately, I was wearing sneakers, so even walking faster didn't make much noise. I was also careful to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible, especially every time I passed a floor, slowing down to avoid attracting the attention of anything inside.

But even so, my descent wasn't slow. After about ten minutes or so, I reached the sixth floor. How did I know it was the sixth floor? Simple—there was a big '6' painted on the wall.

"One more floor down, and there will be an external metal escape ladder. Using that might speed things up a bit... and I won't have to stay so tense."

Staring at that big '6', I murmured quietly to encourage myself. At the same time, the debris on the ground had unknowingly increased. I still didn't let a single one go. When one bag couldn't hold more, I picked up another, smaller bag.

A satchel slung over my shoulder, a waist pack around my waist, and a backpack on my back—just like that...

"Is this a bit much?"

I twitched the corner of my mouth, feeling that my movements might be somewhat hindered. I could only grit my teeth and toss the satchel aside, continuing downward with just the waist pack and backpack.

Just as I passed the sixth floor and reached the corner heading down, the sight before me made me forget to breathe.

Over a dozen zombies...

Over a dozen, standing there, utterly silent, quietly standing with their eyes closed!

"Hiss!!"

I instinctively sucked in a sharp breath. In that instant, two words flashed through my mind!

'Run!!'

At the same time, the moment those dozen-plus zombies below heard my sound, their previously calm, closed eyes snapped open. All of them turned their heads toward me in unison, over a dozen pairs of bloodshot eyes locking onto me!

In that split second, every pore on my body stood on end. No need to think twice—the only option now was to run!!

I spun around and bolted. Behind me, a sudden chorus of a dozen roars erupted. At the same time, I scrambled frantically up the stairs. Before I could even reach the sixth floor, from behind that iron door, the same all-too-familiar roars rang out!

I ran for my life upward, yet the danger behind me still felt closer and closer. But every time I turned a corner, the sounds lagged a bit behind. It seemed these zombies were quite different from humans in agility—at least, they had trouble turning.

After climbing another floor, I caught a glimpse of the zombies' situation from the corner of my eye. Indeed... they always twisted their bodies stiffly when turning before continuing up the stairs.

I passed the sixth floor. The seventh and eighth floors all had zombies, and some were already pounding on the iron doors. I had no choice but to run to the ninth floor and slam my hand hard against the ninth floor's iron door!

"Bam!!"

I waited three seconds...

"No sound!!"

That's right—I was now relying on sound to detect zombies. Since zombies had no intelligence, they would rush madly toward any source of noise. The fact that I didn't hear any low growls even after pounding the iron door so hard at least proved that the ninth-floor corridor was relatively safe!

The doors on every floor weren't locked, so I easily pushed open the ninth-floor door. Then, turning around, I threaded a mop from behind the door through the handles of the double doors, locking the iron door shut.

Even then, I didn't relax. I gripped my gun tightly, staring at the iron door.

Soon after, I heard a chaotic, hurried rush of footsteps from behind the iron door, followed by a "Thud!" The iron door shook. The zombie on the other side must have slammed into it!

Then came a series of crashing sounds. More and more zombies gathered on that side of the door. All I could do was watch helplessly as the iron door gradually deformed from the impacts, while cement dust and debris trickled down from the gaps in the iron frame connecting the door to the wall!

"It looks like this iron door won't hold much longer."

Frowning, I muttered to myself while observing my surroundings. It suddenly became clear why the ninth floor had so few people—because the sign hanging on the wall plainly told me this was the pharmaceutical storage floor. Most people who came here were staff, and it was rare for many to be here at the same time.

"Pharmaceutical storage... huh?"

I chewed on those words slowly, a sudden idea sparking in my mind.

"What if..."

But... this idea was too dangerous. If I messed up, even I might die here...

"Bang! Bang-bang! Bang-bang-bang!"

Yet... the sound of zombies slamming against the iron door seemed to urge me to make a decision, growing more frantic by the second.

I gritted my teeth, brows tightly furrowed.

"Let's do it!"

With that, I quickly glanced left and right—sure enough... the first room to my right was the one.

Since I'd made up my mind, I hesitated no longer. I strode quickly to the door. It wasn't locked, apparently because someone frequently came in and out here, for convenience.

Stepping inside, the room was lined with iron shelves, each stacked with cardboard boxes. And on the sides of those boxes, clearly printed, were several large characters.