My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

How many zombies will come?

The most crucial thing is that due to the lack of food, mutated monsters won't come here either.

Compared to the outside, this place is practically a safe haven.

Continuing along the base of the wall, the rest of the way was peaceful. Sticking close to the wall, I walked until I reached the entrance.

There stood two zombies, dressed in guard uniforms, wandering aimlessly.

Thinking about it, two zombies weren't a particularly difficult problem. Perhaps it was because I frequently activated my 'extraordinary state,'

my dynamic vision had been enhanced to a certain degree.

Actions that previously seemed fast could now be seen clearly.

Looks like I have to take a risk...

For me, even if I could easily kill zombies, I would try not to provoke them. After all... once bitten, escape might be impossible.

While their individual combat power isn't high, the danger they pose when gathered is why I'm reluctant to mess with them.

Glancing at the ground, I casually picked up a small stone and tossed it outside the bushes.

My current position is behind an ornamental tree. Due to the dense summer foliage, my figure was concealed, giving me the opportunity for a surprise attack and minimizing the risk.

"Patta..."

The stone landed on the ground with a faint yet distinct thud. Instantly, one of the two guard zombies, the closest one, whipped its head around.

In my sight, it slowly walked over, its blood-red eyes fixated on the stone that had fallen to the ground, staring blankly.

Now's my chance!!

With a low shout in my heart, I drew the saber from my chest and leaped out of the bushes!

At the same time, that zombie seemed to have noticed the sound from the bushes, its head twisting more than ninety degrees to look at me...

"Die!!"

I shouted, looking down at the zombie. The saber in my hand accurately struck its forehead, half of the blade embedding itself.

With a "噗!" sound, the next second, the other guard zombie in the distance seemed to sense the situation here. It let out a roar and charged over.

Looking at the approaching zombie, I directly lifted my foot and kicked the still-convulsing zombie down. I switched the saber to my left hand, and with a "shing!" sound, drew the samurai sword from my waist and brought it down on the charging zombie's head!!

"Roar~~~~Gah!"

The zombie, which was running towards me, had its head split in two by my strike. If it were me before, this strike would have gotten stuck in its skull, but now... with my increased strength, the samurai sword moved faster, allowing me to split its head in one blow!

The moment I finished, I instinctively took two steps back. The zombie, carried by its momentum, lunged and fell at my feet. Black, yellow, and white fluids almost splashed onto my feet.

"So disgusting..."

Looking down at the still trembling and twitching zombie, I swung the samurai sword, shaking off the fluid. I also shook the saber, then wiped both blades on the two zombies, completely removing the fluids. Only then did I insert the samurai sword into the nearby bushes, pull out a wet wipe from my pocket, and wipe the saber. After returning it to my chest, I then took out the samurai sword and wiped it as well.

After all... the strange smell emanating from the brain fluid of these things was unbearable, and the two weapons in my hands were the foundation of my survival. It was best to maintain them as much as possible.

After wiping down the two sabers, I scanned my surroundings again. There were no more zombies in close proximity, only in the direction of the small park. Three zombies were charging over!

Hesitating for a moment, I took out the crossbow from my back. Aiming through the red dot sight, I took down all three zombies, one by one, before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Now... there shouldn't be any more, right?"

I had already deduced that the sounds of zombies could attract others of their kind. The reason those three zombies in the park noticed me just now was likely due to this.

"Next time... I should just use Big Black Eagle to deal with them."

Muttering to myself, I walked over to the three zombies. Using a wet wipe to cover my hand, I pulled out the three crossbow bolts, wiped them down, and then put the crossbow back into its quiver. I turned and walked towards the guard booth.

However, when my hand reached for the doorknob of the booth, I suddenly realized it was locked?

Raising an eyebrow, I hesitated, but then walked over to the guard zombie corpse. After finding the key on one of the corpses, I drew my saber with my right hand, inserted the key with my left, and slowly turned it...

"Click... click... snap."

With a faint sound, I opened the door a crack and quickly stepped back two paces!

'Nothing?'

After waiting for about five or six seconds, there was no sound from inside the booth. I walked over again, pressed myself against the side of the booth door, and gently nudged the iron door with my saber.

"Creak~~"

With a metallic grinding sound, the booth door slowly opened a bit more, but there was still no sound.

'Am I... being too suspicious?'

This booth was built on a foundation nearly two meters high. It was a European-style gatepost, with the booth hollowed out from the inside.

Pressing against the door, still somewhat overly cautious, I pushed the iron door again with my saber...

"Creak creak creak~~"

However... there was still no sound from inside, but there was a smell of decay... After waiting for a while, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn't retract my saber. Instead, I tilted my head slightly to look inside.

It wasn't that I was being too careful... it was because I had made too many mistakes before. Moreover, those two unusual mutated monsters had made me realize that in this apocalypse, what you see isn't everything. Danger... could be lurking in the shadows.

The interior was simply furnished. The first thing I saw was a television set placed at an angle. I was currently to the right of the door, and looking inside from the door, I saw the TV.

Above the TV was a fan, the kind that's nailed to the wall.

Further inside was an iron bed, a single bed. And right by the head of the bed! A foot was resting there!

'A zombie? Lying down?'

But if it was a zombie lying down, I wasn't afraid. So, I boldly knocked again. Sure enough... there was a pair of feet there, right by the head of the bed.

Gritting my teeth, I lowered myself and slowly walked into the booth. On the iron bed, a person... a zombie... it was a corpse!

When I clearly saw the corpse's hand resting on its chest, and saw the fruit knife stuck in its chest, I confirmed that this person... had committed suicide.

I casually closed the door behind me. After all... I didn't want zombies to rush in from outside and knock me down.

With a "bang," the door closed. The smell of decay inside intensified. Many black flies were crawling on the person's body. I pulled the window...

and casually picked up a rag from the windowsill, shaking it fiercely at the swarm of flies.

"Bzzzzzzz~~~~"

Accompanied by the buzzing of flies, the full appearance of the corpse gradually came into view.

He wore a pair of suit pants on his lower body and a shirt on his upper body. The reason I couldn't see his age was because his face had already rotted away.

However, judging by his attire, this man was at least thirty years old.

He was a man, his right hand dangling by the window, while his left hand covered his chest. There, a fruit knife was embedded up to its hilt.

And just below the man's right hand, a small notebook caught my attention.

I walked over. There was some dust on it, as well as some dried bloodstains. I picked it up, brushed off the dust, and walked over to the window.

There was also quite a bit of dust on the seat, but now wasn't the time to be picky. This little notebook made me very curious.

Opening the first entry, it was written... a diary?

The earlier entries were about simple things, like the weather each day. I became curious and quickly flipped through the pages.

When I flipped to the middle section, I was delighted!

"Just as I thought!!"

Looking at the diary, the last recorded date was...

"August 11th... The weather was overcast. I've been in this guard booth for three days. These three days, I..."