My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

The constant hope for the army's arrival, But... there was no news. The two monsters outside, no longer resembling humans, had been guarding the entrance for

three days... I... can't hold on

any longer. If... someone comes here in the future and finds my corpse, finds this diary, I hope... you

won't laugh at my cowardice..."

Unconsciously, I read the contents of the diary aloud. The handwriting was neat and upright, with no connected strokes, suggesting the person had a very serious

disposition in life.

Below were five characters: "Yu Deshui... Last Will."

After some thought, I flipped the diary back to three days ago... the day I got into trouble.

"August 8th... The weather was hot, clear skies, and it was Sunday. The boss invited me to his place to discuss some

business. But halfway there, I suddenly saw a madman attacking someone. Then, something I couldn't accept happened. The person who was bitten suddenly jumped up and started attacking

another person. Instantly, the scene became chaotic..."

I read the diary in my hand, curious about what had happened that day.

Chapter 34: Search

"I've always been timid, so I took advantage of the chaos to escape. I ran all the way to the villa area. Fortunately, the villa area was still

safe. Just as I was about to walk in, I suddenly saw a person covered in blood rush out from inside the villa area, shouting for help. In an instant, every pore on my body stood on end!"

Up to this point, the person's writing became shaky, indicating extreme fear.

"In my panic, I broke through the security guard's obstruction and ran directly into this guard booth, locking the door. Outside, the screams of

one of the two security guards suddenly echoed. Then, the other security guard frantically banged on the door. I was terrified..."

"I didn't open the door. I felt very guilty. When I looked outside through the gap in the door, those two security guards had also turned into monsters. But for some reason, they didn't leave; they just kept wandering by the entrance... Were they hating me?"

The diary entry for August 8th ended there. Seeing this, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the corpse lying on the bed and shake my head.

"If you had spoken up to stop them at the time, and at least saved the security guard who knocked on the door, then... you might not have died

in this guard booth."

At least, as far as I knew, these security guards should have had some martial arts training. At the very least, they were strong and robust. If they had remained calm, they wouldn't have been bitten by zombies. If there were two of them, facing one zombie outside, they should have been able to think of a way to escape?

I placed the diary on the table and sighed. This man died due to his own timidity and weakness. Undeniably, in the original society, such a person could survive, but in this kind of world...

Shaking my head, I cast aside the jumbled thoughts in my mind and picked up a work log from the table. This logbook was open, and it contained

records of vehicles and people entering the area.

Looking it over, it listed license plates, owners, villa numbers, and even the car brands, all recorded in great detail.

"As expected of a wealthy area; even a simple record is so detailed."

With those words, I concealed how much envy and jealousy I felt...

And when I saw the brands of cars recorded, my emotions became even more complex.

"Ferrari... Porsche... Jaguar... Mercedes-Benz... BMW..."

Car after car, vehicles I couldn't afford in a lifetime. This log recorded at least dozens, perhaps even hundreds.

This book recorded a month's worth of entries. As I flipped to the third page, I suddenly saw a name.

"Wang Lin..."

Seeing this, I was stunned. This name... seemed very similar to the ID card of the woman I had just seen.

Following this, I looked through it.

"Car model: Maserati, License Plate: 8528, Residence: #13."

Seeing this, I subconsciously tapped the residence number written on it with my finger, and at the same time remembered the key I had just picked up.

"Maserati... huh? Doesn't seem quite right."

What caught my attention wasn't the car brand, but the model. Maserati cars are usually sports cars or sedans, right? Please

forgive my lack of knowledge about car models.

I paused... and continued flipping. After three or four pages, I saw the same residence number again, but the name of the person was completely different.

"Car model: Motorcycle, Yamaha Big Sport, License Plate: 5825, Residence: #13, Name: Li Jiahui... Is this...

a couple's license plate?"

8528 and 5825, aren't these couple's license plates?

After hesitating, my finger finally landed on the number '13' in the notebook.

"A motorcycle? ...Maybe that could work."

As someone who prefers bikes over sedans, the Yamaha brand is legendary. That brand was very popular over ten years ago. I remember

when I was little, my father loved these types of models. Perhaps it's in the blood, but ever since I saw its sleek design, I've loved motorcycles!

Although, due to my mother's objections, my father never bought one, even on his deathbed. My mother always said: "We have a car at home, and besides, those things are dangerous and expensive, why buy

one?"

After a few such instances, my father gave up on buying a motorcycle, but he would always take advantage of my mother's absence to tell me how great motorcycles were.

Even after more than a decade, motorcycle models haven't changed much, but the things that were considered eye-catching back then are basically standard now. Brands like Yamaha, I've seen plenty of them. All the sports cars now use engines from old airplanes, and some high-end ones even have jet engines.

They have a lot of power, but also a lot of weight. Although I couldn't afford one, I often browsed their official websites. Every time I saw them, I would imagine myself riding one, cruising down the open road.

However, this dream never came true before the apocalypse. Although I sometimes rode Long Tianfeng's motorcycle, it was never truly mine.

But now, I might finally have a motorcycle of my own, albeit one that no one wants anymore.

I took the key out of my pocket, felt its weight, and looked at the villa area map pinned to the wall next to the table. I searched...

"13... 13... Here?"

Following the number, I saw that #13 was located at the eastern corner of the villa area, not very close to me. Incidentally, I also checked the location of the garage, which seemed to be deep inside, almost by the north gate.

After a moment of hesitation...

'Should I check Wang Lin's villa first, then go get the car? After all...'

I looked at the set of keys in my hand. There was only one key with a Maserati emblem on it. The motorcycle key wasn't among them.

"The motorcycle... does it belong to the male owner?"

I lowered my head and pondered, then looked at the name on the record book: "Li... Jiahui?"

Hesitating, I suddenly remembered how Wang Lin died. My finger, resting on 'Number 13', paused for a moment before I suddenly slammed my hand down.

"I've decided... I'll go to the villa to find the key first."

Nodding, I glanced at the corpse lying behind me and said nothing more.

In this world, the timid... cannot survive. And those who are overly bold... also cannot survive. Only those who are cautious yet possess a crazy will... can live.

I walked to the iron door and looked out through the peephole, confirming that the only things on the ground were the two dead zombies.

After that, I drew my saber and slowly turned the doorknob.

The iron door opened. I glanced left and right, then thought about it. I quickly exited the guard booth and entered the grass by the wall. Sticking close to the wall, I felt my way forward.

At this moment, I also subconsciously checked my watch.

"11:43."

"It's already this time? There are still eight or nine hours until dark. I hope today goes smoothly. That helicopter... don't leave."

Muttering softly to myself, I walked along the base of the wall. The grass was mostly calf-high, and in front of me was a row of not-so-short ornamental trees. So, walking in the shadows, I felt somewhat at ease.

The diary that person gave me didn't have many clues. The only thing I knew was that the outbreak day was August 8th, and it was on that day that a newly