The Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

No time to hesitate—I aimed directly at the zombie less than half a meter away and pulled the trigger!

BANG!

A gunshot echoed through the stairwell. I clearly saw a fiery red streak drill into the zombie's head, and the next instant, what burst out from the back of its skull was something yellow.

The zombie's brain, like water splashed out, splattered across the wall behind it in a mess of black, yellow, and white—sticky and utterly disgusting!

My dynamic abilities had also strengthened. No wonder I'd felt that time-slowing sensation when facing the green monster—it was just like now!

The footsteps around me had slowed down, but I could still distinguish exactly how far away each clear footstep was coming from!

I whipped my hand around, aiming toward the doorway, and at that moment, a zombie charged out from there!

BANG!

I pulled the trigger again. The bullet punched through its temple, and the zombie's body was flung backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

'Only two bullets left!'

Counting the yellow rounds in my mind, I sidestepped two paces, and at the same time, another zombie ran into view from the corner of my eye!

Right then, my vision was exceptionally sharp. The dagger in my hand felt weightless as I swung it swiftly, like a hot knife through butter, driving it straight into the eye of the zombie that had just appeared!

Chapter 17: The Scumbag Teammate

"Squelch!"

I yanked the dagger out without hesitation. A second later, the zombie stumbled two more steps before collapsing face-first onto the ground.

Then, two zombies appeared at once. Without a second thought, I pulled the trigger twice. Since they were so close and my strength had increased, I could fire in rapid succession and still hit perfectly!

BANG! BANG!

Both zombies fell to the ground with the gunshots. But now, my gun was empty. At the same time, a zombie lunged straight out from the doorway!

Instinctively, I holstered the pistol at my waist, drew the fruit knife, and hurled it forward with all my might!

"Thud!"

The fruit knife sank directly into the zombie's head. As the zombie crashed to the ground, the knife's handle snapped off, leaving the blade embedded in its brain.

'Run!!'

The footsteps, growing closer and more chaotic, echoed in my ears. I had no choice but to make that decision. Yet the moment I did, I instantly snapped out of that state, and a wave of overwhelming fatigue surged through me like a flood, nearly knocking me unconscious.

My vision went dark. I bit the tip of my tongue on instinct, and the sharp pain jolted me awake! At the same time, the footsteps were right in my ears!!

My legs gave out, and I nearly collapsed to the ground. I barely managed to steady myself, and there, at the corner of the iron door, a shadow was rapidly growing larger!

"ROAR!!"

Here it comes!!

No time to think—I spun around and ran! Crawling and scrambling up the stairs, even having to grip the railing. The exhaustion in my body made me want to collapse right then and there.

I gritted my teeth, forcing my already weak and trembling legs to keep moving. It felt like I'd jerked off a dozen times in one night—even standing still made my calves wobble!

Every time I went up the stairs, my muscles and bones ached, my knees so weak I nearly collapsed several times, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through.

It sounds slow, but in reality, this only took a few seconds. By the time I reached the landing, those zombies had already started moving toward the stairs!

"Tch!"

Gritting my teeth, I forced my limp body onward, struggling upward. Calling it running would be generous—it was more like a hurried walk—but the zombies were abnormally fast!

Just as I stepped onto the sixth floor, they were already six or seven steps below me!

"Open the door!!"

My voice was weak. Now I could only wait for this state to pass before doing anything else. There were probably over twenty zombies behind me; three or four rounds should be enough to clear most of them.

But... what I never expected was that the iron door on the sixth floor wasn't open!!

"Big sister, run!! Mom won't open it—mmph!!"

The little girl's voice came clearly from inside the door, and at the same time, it sounded like Juan'er's mouth was being covered by someone!

"Damn it!!"

I cursed on the spot! I had calculated everything, but I never thought I'd be schemed against by that woman!!

No time to say anything else, I could only turn and run upward again, while the zombies behind me were less than a meter away!!

'Too late!!'

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the zombies, their bodies stiff from the turn, reaching out desperately to grab me. A surge of despair rose in my heart!

No!!!

I will not die here!! If... if only I could enter that state one more time!!

"Fight!!"

Gritting my teeth, I let out a furious roar! Forcing my mind to focus!

'It's coming... it's coming, coming... it's really coming!!'

That's right, I entered that state again. The zombies' movements seemed to freeze for an instant, but they were still moving, and I could clearly feel my body's unbearable strain.

In that case, I can still fight!!

No time to care about what would happen to my body, I struggled upward. The zombies' movements were extremely slow. I took several steps at a time, and in three or five strides, I reached the corner between the sixth and seventh floors. At the same time, those zombies had just turned the corner at the sixth-floor iron door!

'An opportunity!'

But... it was also a chance between life and death!

If I failed... I still wanted to smoke a cigarette before dying.

With that thought, I casually pulled out a Changbai Mountain cigarette, just holding it between my lips. At the same time, I took two alcohol bottles from my backpack. One of them I threw directly, and while the first was still in midair, I pulled out my lighter and lit the second!

This superhuman state still hadn't passed. I even had the leisure to use the blue flame on the alcohol bottle to light the cigarette dangling from my lips.

With a flash of orange brightness, I took a deep drag, leaned my back against the wall, and watched the zombies charging toward me step by step. My vision began to blur.

'Is this... from overexertion?'

Thinking this, I forced my left hand up and threw the last lit alcohol bottle, took another deep breath, and weakly let out a single sentence...

"Go to hell... monsters..."

"Boom!!"

The last thing to enter my blurry vision was that flash of orange-red light and heatwave...

Chapter 18: Survival After the Disaster

When I forced my eyes open, there was still nothing but darkness before me. My entire body was so weak I could barely move—even just lifting a hand or moving my lips felt like my muscles were being torn apart.

Still... this gave me a sense of having survived a catastrophe. If not for this pain, I really would have thought I was dead.

It seemed those two Molotov cocktails helped me hold off the zombies, didn't they?

"Those zombies... ngh!!" I shifted with difficulty to the side, the pain all over my body making me furrow my brows. Enduring the tearing sensation, I reached out and grabbed my backpack.

Struggling to open it, I pulled out a pack of bread but couldn't tear it open.

Suddenly remembering the military knife at my waist, I silently cursed myself, "Idiot." I drew the dagger, sliced open the outer packaging, and forced myself to eat. At the same time, I reached in and pulled out a bag of glucose, puncturing it with the knife.

"Pfft..."