My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

The daily work was tiring. Those senior mechanics wouldn't easily teach you anything; most of the time, you were just tying things up, carrying them, or lifting heavy objects. My body was still in pretty good shape back then, even though I'd come home every day with a sore back and fall asleep immediately.

While recalling the past, I opened the engine hood. But the moment I lifted the hood, a strong smell of burning filled my nostrils. The instant I saw what was under the front cover, I understood...

"Is this... a leg bone?"

A pale, half-leg bone had pierced the radiator and lodged itself in the oil pan beneath the engine.

"It's beyond saving... The engine's probably seized." I watched the wisps of blue smoke slowly rising from the engine's cracks. I even suspected it wasn't just seized, but possibly burned through.

"This situation... there's probably no way to fix it. It'll need to be sent to a 4S dealership for a major overhaul at least..."

Seizing, in essence, is when an engine runs without lubrication from engine oil. High-speed friction causes the pistons to overheat and fuse with the cylinder walls inside the engine.

Looking at the scene before me, I dejectedly closed the hood. With a weary expression, I returned to the car, took out my backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and tossed the car keys aside.

With a long sigh, I walked directly towards the community gate. As I passed by Grandma Wang's zombie, I subconsciously greeted it.

"Morning, Grandma Wang..."

The word 'morning' didn't quite leave my lips before I froze...

'This is already... the apocalypse...'

I gave a wry smile, tightened the backpack on my shoulder, and walked past Grandma Wang's zombie, which was still swaying unsteadily towards me, entering the community.

This community was very poor; it wasn't even a proper residential area. Most of the residents were low-income families relocated from elsewhere. For me, who just needed a roof over my head, this remote and quiet community was perfect. Moreover, for writing, a quiet environment clearly allowed for better quality.

Although I was exhausted and felt like I could fall asleep right then and there, I still cautiously drew the saber from my waist. My handgun was put away in my backpack.

A handgun without bullets was no better than a piece of scrap metal now.

Gripping the saber in reverse, this hold made me feel like I could exert more force and draw the blade faster. Although the reach was shorter, there was no other option; this wasn't a fight against humans.

If it were a fight against humans, as long as the distance was sufficient, even a stab to the abdomen could instantly cripple the opponent's combat effectiveness by more than half. But my current opponent... was a zombie.

If I couldn't plunge the blade directly into its head in one go, then I would likely be the one to die.

Looking at it this way, the length of the distance no longer mattered to me. What was important was the force and precision; I had to ensure a single, decisive blow.

Although I didn't know exactly how zombies operated, at least their weak point was their head. This was something I had deeply understood through several life-or-death encounters.

Moreover, even a blind person could see that these zombies could move freely even if their internal organs had fallen out, and they could crawl even without their lower bodies. But without their heads, they would fall completely silent.

As I thought this, I rounded the corner. At this spot, I deliberately took two extra steps to avoid being noticed by any sudden zombie appearances.

There weren't many people in this community, only nine buildings in total, and most of them were elderly. So... as I turned the corner, another very familiar face appeared before my eyes.

However, this familiar face... was only half a face. One eyeball, whether it was a blood vessel or a nerve or something, was...

hanging below its eye sockets, the lost

half of its face still clearly showed bite marks.

"Grandpa Li, not playing chess today?"

Even though I knew they were zombies, I still greeted the zombie with only half a face remaining out of habit.

And this zombie responded to me as well, though its response was quite enthusiastic.

"Roar!!!"

With a roar, Grandpa Li's zombie ran over in a few steps. I subconsciously raised the saber in my hand and thrust it down fiercely!

"Squelch!!"

The saber plunged directly into Grandpa Li's head, nearly half of the blade disappearing. Grandpa Li's zombie, with this stab, convulsed violently and then softly

collapsed to the ground. The saber, along with its fall, slowly squeezed out of its head, carrying viscous liquid.

The corpse lay on the ground, a disgusting slime slowly oozing from the gash on its head. I squatted down, wiped the blade on its body, and then slowly looked up.

At the same time, the roars of zombies began to echo sporadically throughout the residential area.

"Zombies really do have their own unique way of communicating..."

As I spoke, I tightened the backpack on my shoulder and quickened my pace.

My home was in the easternmost entrance of this building, right at the edge of the complex. At this moment, I was only a minute or two away from my home.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Preparing to Change

Finally home!

I wanted to shout that sentence, but thinking of the zombies outside, I had to suppress my joy. I took out my key and happily walked up the stairs.

My apartment was on the first floor, but not the old-fashioned kind. It had a basement, so technically, its height was equivalent to the second floor.

Happily taking out my key, at that very moment, just as I was about to enter the building entrance, a zombie seemed to hear my hurried footsteps and suddenly burst out from inside!

A single stab to finish it. For me, ordinary zombies, three or fewer, were nothing to fear anymore, because their movements were too predictable.

They walk and run. If it's a straight line, they're fast, but they're very slow when turning. Their hands are also quite stiff, and when they grab, they usually extend their hands forward.

In fact, just a moment before the zombie can grab you, a sidestep is enough to dodge its lunge. If you're quick-witted, you can do as I do, plunging the dagger directly into their back of the head or temples. You don't even need to twist it; just one stab, and they'll fly out from the momentum and never get up again.

After killing this zombie almost instinctively, I finally had the chance to look at it.

"Isn't this... the guy from next door?" I glanced at the zombie lying on the ground, its body still twitching slightly. My eyes suddenly lit up, and I remembered something that might be useful.

I walked over and looked at the now lifeless zombie. I reached out and felt around. Sure enough, on the waistband of its jeans, a set of keys was hanging there.

I took them down casually. Looking at the "big brother" who always used to show off some advanced items to me, I sighed, "I never thought... you'd become a zombie too."

If Big Brother Liu hadn't turned into a zombie, given his intelligence and vigilance, he wouldn't have died so easily. But it seems he turned into a zombie the moment the apocalypse began...

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about trivial matters. He juggled the keys in his hand and said lightly.

"Big Brother Liu, I'm sorry, I might have to disturb your home. If you're watching from the afterlife... please don't blame me."

As he spoke, he grew lost in thought... Would these people go to hell or heaven after death?

But strictly speaking... these people all died by my hand. If there really is a heaven or hell, I'll surely go to hell when I die.

He shook his head, his long hair swaying with the movement, a strand even slipping inside his collar.

"This long hair... I should probably figure out a way to deal with it."

As he said this, he walked upstairs. There were no strange noises in the hallway; there must be no zombies, or they had all left.

He slowly opened the familiar door. The familiar scent of home washed over him. Finally, with a rare hint of a smile, he walked into his own house.

It was simple. My home was only minimally renovated, with tiles covering the floor. Upon entering was the living room, with rooms to the left and right respectively.