The Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl Chapter 3

"No!!!"

"Thump!"

The scenery around me blurred as it rushed forward at incredible speed. Just as my mind was still thinking, Is this really it? Am I going to die this time?—a violent impact slammed into my back!

"Thump!"

I had actually fallen onto the rain shelter!

A tightness in my chest, combined with the pain in my back, made my vision swim with darkness. At the same time, lying on this rectangular rain shelter that wasn't even a square meter in size, I watched helplessly as those zombies—already twisted beyond human shape—burst through the window's restraints and plunged headfirst downward.

As they fell, they madly reached out toward me, trying to grab me. But unfortunately, their charging speed was too fast, and they were far from the balcony's position... so not a single one managed to catch the rain shelter. Like a rain of corpses, "Thump, thump, thump, thump!" they all dropped straight down.

A series of dull impacts rose from below. I struggled to shift my position a little and cast my gaze downward...

Well, it was too dark to see clearly.

"Hoo~~~"

I let out a long breath, finally relaxing a bit. But the wind between the buildings was really no joke—my long hair... was such a nuisance.

It was flying wildly in the wind, and a few strands even got into my mouth.

"I should just cut it off. At least it'll be easier to move." I muttered to myself, but then suddenly remembered the phone at my waist!

"Please don't be broken..." I habitually mumbled to myself, quickly sat up, leaned my back against the building, and untied the bundle strapped to my back that had slipped down to my waist. The contents inside were perfectly intact...

Well... the cigarette pack was crushed flat, but at least...

"I can still smoke it, right?" I laughed bitterly at myself and pulled out that crushed pack of Changbai Mountain. But... this wasn't my pack of Changbai Mountain, because I remembered mine only had a few cigarettes left.

"Could Tianfeng have bought it?" I thought back to what happened before I passed out. Back then, the thing that bit me—if I wasn't mistaken—should have been one of those creatures just now.

That meant... I had been bitten by a zombie... and survived. I still didn't know if it was because of the virus that I had turned into a woman.

After I passed out, my guess was this: Long Tianfeng saved me, then took me to the hospital. He probably came to see me for the first couple of days, but later on, maybe because of the zombies, he couldn't make it anymore.

This pack of cigarettes proved everything.

When Long Tianfeng brought me to the hospital, he wouldn't have been in the mood to buy a pack of cigarettes. At the very least, he'd have waited until I was out of danger and settled into a ward before he had the mind to do anything else. That bastard made me envy, admire, and hate him in equal measure, but he would definitely do that much.

So next...

Only by turning on my phone could I make the next guess.

I flipped the switch on the backup charger. The phone screen flickered once, and a battery icon appeared on the display. I felt a little relieved.

I pressed the power button and waited for the phone's next move. The familiar bitten-apple icon appeared—no doubt about it, the phone was booting up!

After waiting about ten seconds, I finally got into the phone. The moment it turned on, my heart settled down. This might be a common ailment of modern young people—without a phone, you always feel like something's missing.

Network... nothing. Wi-Fi... nothing. Even the SIM card in the phone had no response at all.

"Has society already collapsed?" I couldn't help asking myself.

The wind still howled in my ears. I quietly opened the phone's network settings. No signal. No way to connect to the outside world at all.

"I hope... it's just this one city." I murmured to myself, casually swiping open the still-responsive screen and pulling up the calendar...

September 9th, 2027... September... 9th?

"WTF!!!" A classic English phrase burst from my lips. Though my voice came out rather low, this low feminine tone was unexpectedly alluring—

Wait! Now isn't the time to discuss whether my voice is alluring or not!

I clearly remember that before I passed out! It was definitely August! And it should have been the first ten days, between August 1st and 10th!!

I quickly scrolled the calendar backward, and sure enough... August 6th was that day.

That means I was unconscious for a whole month and three days?!

"How could this..."

The word 'be' caught in my throat, but no matter what, I couldn't force it out.

Especially when, before my eyes, I saw this shattered scene and a city where not a single light was lit...

Powerlessly, I set down my phone and stared blankly at the sky, where the moon hung high and the stars filled the heavens. My mind went completely blank in that instant...

Chapter 3: Recollection

In this silence, my mind once again recalled the events before I lost consciousness.

The sweltering heat carried not a breath of wind. The streets were a torrent of traffic, and the bustling snack street showed no sign of thinning crowds. I squeezed through the flow of people, enduring countless hardships, weathering wind and sun, and after a long trek lasting exactly seventeen minutes and twenty-five seconds, I finally stepped into the restaurant my friend had mentioned.

Old Bi's Fat Beef Hot Pot Restaurant...

The moment I saw that name, I wanted to slap a bag of salt right across my friend's face. Who eats hot pot in this scorching heat?!

But I still walked in. Though the hot pot annoyed me, the air conditioning inside was an irresistible temptation for someone who'd been baking in the sun for over ten minutes.

The instant I crossed the threshold, a chill pressed against my exposed arms, calves, and face, making me close my eyes and savor it thoroughly. Even the commercial smile of the brightly dressed, pretty waitress and her "Welcome" were completely forgotten.

Right now, all I wanted was to enjoy this refreshing, cool sensation.

"You're here! What are you standing around for? Come on in!" A warm, familiar voice rang out. I opened my eyes, and that annoyingly handsome face I both envied and resented appeared before me again.

This was my troublesome friend, childhood buddy, classmate, and bastard brother—Long Tianfeng!

That's right, a guy who not only had a protagonist's name but also possessed delicate features and a physique like a fashion model.

And what really made people hate him was that he was a genuine third-generation official and third-generation rich kid—not just the third generation, but his ancestors for three generations had all been officials and wealthy.

With sword-like brows, tiger-like eyes, a sharply defined face as fair as a mirror, a high straight nose, and thin, bright red lips that always looked like they'd been painted with women's lipstick, plus a charisma that could make anyone his friend—this bastard was the kind of guy you couldn't help but envy and resent in my life!

"You're here! Hurry, hurry, I booked a private room inside. Everyone's waiting for you."

Ah~ ah~ ah~ Sure enough, whenever this bastard eats, he always calls over a bunch of people I don't know. Doesn't he know I don't like such lively places?!

And every time...

It's always a group of people who have nothing to do with a loser like me... That's right, the legendary gathering of second-generation officials or second-generation rich kids.

When I passed the entrance, I noticed there were way too many luxury cars parked outside today. I couldn't name a single one, but just from their looks, even someone like me who doesn't care about cars couldn't help but love them.

"I said..." I was really getting annoyed. Every time it's like this—can't we just catch up as brothers? Every single time, are you trying to tell me that we—

The gap between the two?

"What?" Long Tianfeng turned his head, his smile radiant as he looked at me. In those pitch-black eyes, what was revealed—

there was not a single trace of any other impurity, only

the bone-deep brotherhood between friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

"Nothing..." I paused, suddenly feeling that flicker of anger in my heart vanish without a trace. This bastard's smile always

made people unconsciously let down their guard.

Even someone like me, who never quite fit in, could easily accept him, let alone others.

Thus... everyone who knew him was aware of his very famous nickname.

Sunshine Little Prince!

Sunshine, with the temperament of a prince, and the conditions of a prince. If he wasn't a prince, then I couldn't even count as a person.

"You just got back from the U.S. I heard it's pretty chaotic over there. Are you alright?" I looked at that sunny, brilliant smile, and could only force out this sentence out of thin air.

"What could happen? It's fine over there. Sure, some places are pretty chaotic. At least a dozen of my classmates—"