The Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl Chapter 22

'Sssss~'

A sound that made my face burn reached my ears, and the pressure in my lower abdomen suddenly eased a great deal.

But...

"Women really are such a hassle!!"

I couldn't help grumbling, wiped myself clean with the wet wipes I carried, and only then pulled on my clothes...

So awkward... And when I brushed against that spot, what was that inexplicable feeling all about?!

Are all women like this?!

My head was a mess of chaotic thoughts as I stumbled dazedly into the break room. I hugged my backpack but couldn't sleep, the more I thought...

Ahem! No more thinking!!!

Right. No more thinking...

"Oooh-wah~"

I let out a long yawn, and drowsiness washed over me.

"So sleepy..."

So sleepy...

So...

When sunlight hit my face, I slowly came to. Out of habit, I reached down to check my lower half... Ahem! Don't call me weird—the first thing any normal man does when he wakes up is head to the bathroom, right?

Women probably do the same...

Ahem!

But... that empty feeling jolted me fully awake in an instant. I snapped my eyes open and took in everything before me: white tile walls, a white ceiling, and the fan mounted up there.

"Talk about cheap... They couldn't even be bothered to install an air conditioner in the break room."

I muttered to myself, my long hair hanging loose behind my head. At the same time, a persistent buzzing sound annoyed me.

"Is that... the sound of flies?"

I listened closely and confirmed it was flies. Everything that had happened since I woke up had made me overlook these things, but at least the flies had corpses to feast on, so they probably wouldn't bother me for now.

My stamina had recovered a lot—basically back to normal. I glanced down at my watch.

"Almost... one o'clock?"

The minute hand was at the fifty-five mark. I instinctively touched my stomach and looked at my backpack.

To eat or not to eat... I was torn, but only for a moment. If I ate, I might fill my stomach. If I didn't, and something happened to me, I'd just be leaving it for someone else—or worse, for those annoying flies!

With that thought, I grabbed my backpack, which I'd tossed onto the floor, pulled out some food, and started my breakfast.

"Mm... Pretty lavish! Bread, ham, and even glucose!"

I nodded happily. Only when I was eating did my mood truly improve.

After I'd eaten my fill, I took stock of what I had left. Enough for maybe two days of decent meals, then only dry stuff like instant noodles. The bread was already gone.

"Right. Next step is to get back home as fast as possible. I remember I've got two boxes of instant noodles and a jug of mineral water I barely touched. The water dispenser has no power, but that water is still clean."—And most importantly, I had a crossbow at home. That kind of cold weapon would be perfect!

No time like the present. I packed up my things and carefully checked my gear. The fruit knife was broken; only the survival knife remained. The gun had no bullets left—no, wait, I still had one last bullet in my pocket.

"Bullet, my friend... This time, you really are my lifeline. I hope you'll save me when it counts." I tucked the last

A bullet was pressed into the magazine, then directly chambered—this bullet, found inside the gun's chamber, had now returned to its place.

And I... slowly pushed open the Iron Gate on the sixth floor, once again beginning... my journey through this dangerous world.

Chapter Twenty: Corpse

Pushing open the Iron Gate on the sixth floor, a foul stench hit me head-on. Following the direction the smell came from, I saw swarms of flies, at this moment crawling over a corpse, ceaselessly devouring clumps of charred, rotting flesh.

Stomach acid surged into my throat. Suppressing this nauseating feeling, I dared not look again. I directly followed the stairs on the left side and walked down. Much like last night, although

I knew the zombies in the stairwell had already been cleared, I still gripped the dagger in my hand. At least this gave me some sense of security.

On the white steel handrails, many spots were stained with black bloodstains. On the concrete emergency stairs, the ground was also covered in

Bloodstains and debris. The splattered bloodstains were everywhere on the walls, proving how much effort that man had expended to charge into the sixth floor.

I walked all the way down to the fifth floor. The Iron Gate on the fifth floor was open. Clearly, that mother and daughter had already escaped from here. My feelings toward that mother and daughter were complicated.

I could understand the reasons for their actions, but I could not forgive them for abandoning me at my most dangerous moment.

And that little girl had clearly given me a reminder at the very last moment. Otherwise, I would never have been able to rush upstairs so quickly. If I had taken two more steps, walked

to the Iron Gate, and only then discovered it wouldn't open, I would have been dead.

For that, I was still grateful to that brat. Unfortunately, she had a mother I utterly despised.

Thinking all this, it was actually useless. I might as well keep moving forward.

Entering the corridor on the fifth floor, my fingers gripping the dagger tightened. Right now, I was jumpy as a startled bird—any slightest rustle would immediately divert my attention.

Although I knew that under such pressure, a person's mentality would break down, there was no choice. If I couldn't even manage this, I might as well jump off the building and kill myself early.

This world after the mutation was not so kind.

My gaze constantly swept my surroundings as I poked my head in.

The ground was covered in black blood scabs. On the pure white walls, rows of bloody handprints were stamped on them. Presumably, these were the struggles of those people before they turned into monsters?

There was a lot of debris: convenience bags, a medical cart, and a white lab coat. Probably left behind by some doctor while fleeing, it was covered in dirty

footprints.

Slowly shifting my steps, I scanned the surroundings. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual. Sunlight streamed in through the window, bringing a trace of warmth to this floor that looked like a hellscape.

A very strange feeling.

Thinking it over, I was still a bit uneasy. I looked down. A dirty beverage bottle happened to be right under my foot. I crouched down and picked it up. Hmm... it was a

glass bottle. Inside, there were still some hawthorns soaking in the drink. The red liquid was very conspicuous.

Gritting my teeth, I prepared myself to retreat at any moment. Then, I suddenly hurled the bottle forward!

"Smash!"

A crisp shattering sound. The glass bottle directly slammed into the white wall covered in bloody handprints. The red liquid instantly splattered against the wall, while the broken glass

scattered all over the ground. At the same time, a roar came from the right side of the Iron Gate.

I subconsciously looked over. At the far end of the hallway, from a room with its door closed, came the sounds of pounding and snarling.

"So it's a trapped zombie..."

I let out a breath. After waiting about ten seconds, the zombie trapped in that room gradually quieted down. There were no other sounds in the hallway. Only then did I relax.

The outdoor fire escape was in the direction where the Zombies were trapped, and to my right was a pane of glass. I glanced at it and instantly felt a chill run down my spine!

"So many..."

I could barely count them. In the entire courtyard of several hundred square meters, it was packed full of Zombies, crowded and jostling. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing else but Zombies!

"How many are there?!"

I muttered to myself, but then suddenly remembered that now wasn't the time to count Zombies. I needed to get out of here as fast as possible.

Since there was no immediate danger, I headed straight for the corridor. As I passed the room, I looked through the glass and saw a Zombie inside.

It was still wearing a white lab coat—probably a doctor or something?

Forget it, looking at him wouldn't do me any good.

At the far end of the corridor was an Iron Gate. The security door, which should have been shut, was now swaying slightly in the breeze.