My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

It's dead... In that final moment, I could only feel fortunate that my shot, which felt like pure luck, had hit its vital spot so accurately.

Under the moonlight, the monster's skin had turned a bizarre color where its veins used to be. I didn't want to linger any longer. I stood up with great effort, picked up the Big Black Eagle that had fallen nearby, and slung it over my shoulder. I then walked back to where I was first hit and retrieved the saber I'd casually dropped in the heat of the moment. Leaning on the blade of my samurai sword, I started walking back.

I had no strength left. The most important thing now was to get back home and rest.

A cool breeze brushed against my back. I wasn't wearing anything on my upper body; the monster had torn my clothes off. All that remained was a white lace bra, which had also been ripped open in the middle during the struggle, hanging from my shoulders like a decoration.

The clasp... it wouldn't fasten. I could only hold it with my hands to keep these two lumps of excess fat from bouncing around.

"I wasn't eaten by zombies when I passed out... Looks like my theory was correct."

In the pitch-black, deserted night, utterly weak, I felt a sense of unease. At this moment, even the most ordinary zombie would be enough to kill me.

I could only try to distract myself to stave off some of the fear.

The crossbow... I couldn't pull it back anymore. So now, all I had left was the samurai sword in my hand and the saber hanging on my chest. I was also fortunate that the saber's strap was sturdy and hadn't been torn off by the monster. Thinking of this... I unconsciously touched the strap. It was thick leather, tough, and soft.

"These mutated creatures have their own territories. Zombies rarely go there... Or perhaps... they even eat zombies?"

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. At the same time, I suddenly remembered a sliver of white flesh I'd seen in the monster's mouth in the last moment of the day. A wave of nausea surged up my throat, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out.

"This time..." My knees buckled, and I almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the samurai sword was long enough for me to steady myself. After catching my breath, I continued upward.

Thankfully, I hadn't encountered any zombies on my way back. That was something to be grateful for.

Finally, I reached the iron door of my building.

I let out a long sigh. Leaning on the samurai sword with one hand and holding the stair railing with the other, my legs felt weak and heavy. I climbed up with great difficulty and reached for my keys to open the door.

The moment I stepped inside, all the strength in my body seemed to drain away. An intense wave of sleepiness washed over me. I struggled to turn back and close the door, then took off my clothes. At this point, I glanced down at my jeans... they were covered in black blood. This reminded me of the moment the Big Black Eagle was caught, when I instinctively pulled the trigger. Had the monster's hand been sliced by the sharp bowstring?

However, I no longer had the energy to confirm this guess. I stumbled into the bedroom and practically threw myself onto the bed, landing with a loud "thump!"

Even so, it couldn't stop the overwhelming tide of sleepiness.

"I hope... they won't leave so... quickly..."

Sleepiness surged like a tide. I could only pray that the helicopter wouldn't leave immediately, and slowly closed my eyes.

Chapter 30: Eating Noodles~

The next day, I woke up from a nightmare.

In the dream, I was being... by the monster...

No! I really didn't want to recall that terrifying dream. But inexplicably, I felt a dampness in my lower body. Sitting up and seeing the situation, I just wanted to jump off a building and die!

Standing up, I pulled off the bedsheet. Fortunately, it wasn't soaked through. I casually balled it up and tossed it aside. After all, in this world, new bedsheets weren't hard to come by, but clean water was extremely scarce.

"Wash... I'll just grab a set from Big Brother Liu's place. That's what I'll do."

Through the window, I tossed out the bedsheet that had made my cheeks burn, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Feeling that strange, unprecedented sensation in my lower body, I could only heave a long sigh.

"I need to shower again..."

Despite that, I first found something to eat from the backpack I kept at home. My place still had gas, and it used gas canisters, which meant I had something to cook noodles with.

I casually took out four bags of instant noodles from a box...

That's right, four bags, because I was starving right now.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, a blue flame suddenly ignited on the gas stove. I grabbed the bottled water I'd placed on the floor, directly unscrewed the cap, and poured it into a clean stainless steel pot. Then, I threw in the instant noodles.

Taking chopsticks from the cupboard, I watched as tiny bubbles began to form in the boiling water, my mind replaying the events of yesterday.

That monster... it was clearly different from the first green monster I encountered. Its abilities were very peculiar; it could use camouflage and move incredibly fast. Its hands and feet were practically identical in structure, and it possessed considerable strength.

Putting myself in its shoes, I realized that if it were my past self, I probably would have died the moment I clearly saw the monster.

I'd watched plenty of zombie movies and read many similar novels before. However, it was rare for monsters to specifically target women. Yet, both of these mutated monsters I'd encountered seemed to have some peculiar fixation on females.

I didn't believe my charm would make a monster go easy on me, but that's exactly what happened.

So... the most likely explanation for these monsters is... they've retained a part of their human genes, and then mutated from there. If that's the case, then... thinking about it this way, their mating desires would have a reasonable explanation.

The first green monster, no doubt about it, must have mutated from a human, because the other half of its body still retained its human form. Perhaps it was due to malnutrition? Or maybe some genetic defect caused the green monster to not fully transform into another species.

But the gecko monster I encountered yesterday... cough cough! Forgive me for not knowing how to name it.

I'll just call it the gecko monster...

Thinking of this, my mind suddenly flashed with some... hmm, hentai?

Cough cough!

But a world with mutated monsters that specifically target women really does seem like a plot from a hentai.

I shook my head, tore open the seasoning packets, and put the powder, sauce, and dried vegetables into the pot, stirring with my chopsticks. My stomach continued to rumble...

Steam rose from the pot and drifted into the room, making the air humid. As it touched my skin, I squinted slightly.

My past self really enjoyed the feeling of being shirtless, it gave me a sense of freedom. But now...

I lowered my head.

"These two lumps of fat are too much of a visual obstruction."

My past self would have stood perfectly in front of the pot, with the steam rising straight up and not touching me at all. But just now, these two lumps of fat were attacked by the steam.

I was actually scalded.

Fortunately, the pot was low enough that I wasn't burned, but it still evoked a different kind of tragic feeling within me.

"Sigh... why did it turn out like this."

There was no other way. I had to cradle these two lumps of fat with one arm, which also lightened the load on my shoulders. I lowered my head to look at the pot. It had already

started to bubble, and the sauce and powder packets were

giving off an enticing aroma as they steamed in the hot water. I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have some eggs at home.

But the power had been out for over a month. I wondered if the eggs would have gone bad?

Putting down the chopsticks in my hand, I cradled these two exasperating... rosy-white lumps of fat with one arm and walked over to the refrigerator. As soon as I opened the door!

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!!"

"Bang!"

A pungent, foul odor wafted out, and I immediately slammed the door shut. It was only then that I remembered that the day before the incident, I had bought a large piece of pig's head meat and put it in the refrigerator.

"Ugh..."

That suffocating stench almost made me throw up. Shaking my head, it seemed like everything inside was a total loss.