Surviving the Apocalypse After Transforming into a Beautiful Girl — Chapter 40

Methamphetamine, deoxyephedrine—commonly known as crystal meth—was a stimulant drug.

I had never touched the stuff, but I had at least seen some rich second-generation kids playing with it. They said it was powerful. If you inhaled

just a little too much, you would start hallucinating.

Not long ago, I saw a news report about a drug addict who hallucinated and ran into the street carrying two kitchen knives, causing a scene.

It had been quite a commotion. In the end, a police officer used a long-range stun gun to take him down and subdue him.

Apparently... after taking this stuff, you could go several days without sleeping, brimming with energy, and unable to eat. But what

really made them obsessed with it was that this stuff

had aphrodisiac effects.

"Rich people's thoughts are beyond me."

I truly couldn't understand these people. Not every rich second-generation kid was like this, of course, but if they had money, wouldn't it be nice to travel and see

the magnificent rivers and mountains of our country?

Or, failing that, couldn't they start a small business or make investments?

Why play with this stuff?

I sighed. Perhaps I would never understand how these people thought. After all, I wasn't one of them—I was just a child without parents.

I walked to the window and pulled open the curtains. As the breeze flowed in, it gradually carried away the strange smell in the room.

The furnishings were simple: a bed, a wardrobe, a table, and a dressing table. Though simple, it was clear that the owner had put care into it.

A painting hung on the wall—a wedding photo of a young couple. Above it was a chandelier, exquisitely chosen.

Though the furnishings were all nice, the strange smell in the room was also strong. It was probably because this man had thoroughly defiled this

room over the past month. There was

a heavy stench of sweat.

I looked around. Everything was ordinary. I walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. There was barely any dust inside. Several hangers were empty, while the rest

held men's clothes on one side and women's clothes on the other.

There were several boxes in the wardrobe that looked like they held valuables. I didn't rummage through them, because keys

were generally kept somewhere close at hand.

Beneath one of the bedside table's legs, something metallic faintly reflected the light. I immediately walked over in delight.

"Sure enough, the keys are here."

As I spoke, I took out the keys in my pocket and compared them. Aside from the car keys being different, even the keychains were matching pairs.

"Finally found them."

I let out a long breath. Next, I needed to head to the underground garage, but I had no idea whether there would be any danger down there.

As soon as I thought of that, I suddenly remembered...

"Stun gun... stun gun... would this thing work on Mutant Monsters?"

Biologically speaking, as long as something was still flesh and blood, it would fear electricity. A stun gun was quiet, efficient, and easy to carry. Its only

drawback was that its power source was difficult to replenish. But now I had that solar-powered backpack, so I should be able to make some use of it.

But... this thing was heavily banned in China. Usually, only some patrolling police officers carried one.

"Forget it... now isn't the time to think about that."

I put both sets of keys into my pocket and would choose later. A motorcycle or sports car would be better, but what if it broke down? Or had some other problem? If it came down to it, driving the Maserati would barely do.

At that thought, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

Never thought... I'd have a day when I'd hesitate over which car to drive.

I tucked the keys away and turned to leave. That pretty boy... was still unconscious. After thinking for a moment... I picked up

I picked up the bottle opener that had fallen to the ground and opened the wooden box. I had no idea what brand of red wine it was, but it looked very high-end.

"Creak~ creak~ pop!"

With a twist, then one hard upward yank, I pulled out the wooden cork. An intoxicating fragrance gradually wafted from the bottle's mouth.

I had no glass, so I simply tipped my head back and drank straight from it.

"Gulp~ gulp~"

"Ha..." It was a strange taste, hard to describe. All sorts of flavors echoed in my mouth before finally blending into the taste of wine.

"Hey!"

As I drank, I kicked the man trapped against the table leg with my foot. Even now, he showed little sign of waking up.

"Forget it... Since you can't wake up, I'll be taking my leave."

"Gulp~ gulp~ gulp~"

After three huge mouthfuls in a row, only about half the bottle remained. I set it down on the table with a smack.

"Even though it isn't your wine, thanks for inviting me anyway. The remaining half is yours. Goodbye—may we never meet again..."

I had no idea how much longer this man could survive here, but in a world like this, the chance of meeting again was basically nonexistent.

With that, I started down the stairs. As I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye of the man's eyelids fluttering as he slowly woke up.

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, the man's stream of curses came from upstairs.

All kinds of foul language, too ugly to bear hearing. I said nothing, because this man... was clearly courting death.

I opened the Main Entrance and walked into the yard. Even out here, I could clearly hear the man cursing and crying out in pain. At the same time, scattered Zombie roars sounded from all around.

After thinking it over, since I had used things belonging to the owner of this house and drunk the wine he had stored away, I probably had to do something.

I absolutely would not admit that those filthy curses had given me the idea! Absolutely not!

I walked to the front gate with a dark expression, took out the key, and opened it. Then I turned around, circled half the villa, and reached the back door.

The back door was tiny, little more than a small iron gate wide enough for one person to pass through. The lock looked like it had not been used in a long time. I inserted the key and struggled to twist it twice before finally opening the back door. Then I slipped out.

I had no intention of closing the door. I drew my katana and looked left and right. Though the Zombie sounds were gradually drawing nearer, I saw no Zombies. Only then did I quicken my pace and return from Villa No. 13 to the grass beneath the outer wall.

The moment I entered the grass, a swaying figure suddenly appeared at the intersection. Then another... and another. More than a dozen Zombies roared as they circled around the villa, finally found the entrance, and walked inside.

When I saw the Zombies enter the villa, I did not know what I was feeling, but I felt somewhat relieved, because the shouting and cursing inside abruptly stopped.

"Quiet is good..."

For some reason, I said that aloud. I looked around again, and only after confirming there were no Zombies nearby did I relax, sheathe my katana, take the military knife from my waist, and move forward along the wall.

As I advanced, I calculated the time and glanced down at my watch.

"Is it already... one-thirty?"

The watch read 13:32. In other words, nightfall was drawing closer and closer.

I really didn't want to travel in the dark. The dangers of the night were simply too great—for example, that gecko I'd encountered last time.

Monster...

If I really ran into it, and in the middle of the night at that, I really might die.

That thing was too fast, and it had camouflage coloring. I could still see it clearly during the day, but at night...

Just imagining myself encountering that monster, I'd probably... be killed in an instant!

"I hope it's a male... At least that would give me time to react."

Those monsters all had the urge to mate, and it seemed overwhelmingly strong. But if I ran into a female... then I'd be utterly finished.

Lost in wild thoughts, I kept moving forward along the eastern wall.

There were no gates on the east and west sides of the residential complex, only tall outer walls. There was one gate each to the north and south. The southern gate was where I had come from. Now, I had already passed Villa No. 13, which meant I had covered more than half the distance. The garage was west of the northern gate. As long as I followed the outer wall and passed

the northern gate, I could reach the garage.

At that thought, I suddenly noticed a problem. Why was the garage on the north side, while those people always drove out from the south?

Was there some kind of trick to this?

Forget it... As a poor nobody, I couldn't understand the thoughts of rich kids. What mattered now was getting there quickly, before night fell.