My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

After hesitating for a long time, I let out a long sigh, "Do I... really have to drive two cars back separately? That would take too much time."

Thinking about it now is useless. I left the two cars here and turned towards the inner room. I need to get the special parking component for towing that's inside the inner room. Otherwise, if the motorcycle falls over while on the pickup truck, it'll be trouble.

However... the rear cargo area being able to hold other things is great. After all, future situations will definitely require gasoline. I need to collect some of these things from a certain place. I remember there's a gas station north of the city. Maybe I should get some gasoline there, store some extra, and keep it in the car for unexpected needs.

Chapter 43: I Want Them All!

I made up my mind and walked to the private room where the Yamaha was parked. I was in such a hurry to drive the motorcycle away earlier that I didn't pay much attention to this small room. This room is about ten square meters. On the floor nearby, there's also a black box. Next to the black box, I saw something that would solve the current troublesome matter in my heart...

A metal plate, it looks very heavy. It seems to be something used for towing in an emergency.

I strode over. I didn't look at the box, but instead directly examined the metal plate standing upright. When I got closer, I realized this metal plate wasn't just a simple plate. On the back of the metal plate, there were actually four small wheels. The length of the metal plate was just slightly larger than the Yamaha. On the front of the metal plate, there were also two indentations with screws, seemingly for securing the vehicle.

"With this, I might be able to get the motorcycle onto the back of the pickup truck."

Nodding, I finally had a solution. My mood improved significantly, and I finally had the mood to turn and look at the black box beside me.

The box was simple, made of plastic. I reached out and lifted it; it seemed quite heavy. Curious, I opened the box, and what was revealed inside made me incredibly surprised.

A full set of... motorcycle repair tools!

Even... a spare tire!

"Today is really a big haul."

With a "snap," I closed the box, re-latched the lock, and then moved the metal plate. It had some weight, but it wasn't very heavy.

I put the plate down, with the side with the wheels facing down. Viewed this way, it looked like a large skateboard.

Thinking idly, I casually placed the box on the metal plate and then looked up again, looking around. Hanging on the wall over there was a bag.

"This should be... a rain cover?"

Opening it, I saw something like light gray rain-proof cloth. It looked like a cover for the car to protect it from dust and rain.

Nodding, I threw this onto the car as well. I looked again at the other useful items hanging on the wall, and threw them all onto the metal plate. Ropes, nets... I didn't know what they were all for, but as long as they looked usable, I threw them onto the metal plate.

When I came to my senses, the metal plate was already piled with things half my height.

With a wry smile, I could only push this half-my-height pile of tools back to the pickup truck.

The engine was still "humming." I gathered everything together and placed it in the back of the pickup truck. I was also sweating profusely from doing this, my clothes sticking uncomfortably to my body.

I unlatched the tailgate of the pickup truck and propped the metal plate against the edge of the truck bed. Looking at the wheels under the metal plate, there was also a wheel lock switch. After pressing the switch, I walked on it a couple of times. Once I confirmed it was sturdy enough, I pushed the Yamaha, preparing to load it...

This process... was exhausting, to say the least. After breaking a sweat and pushing a few times, I finally managed to get the nearly two-ton vehicle onto the back of the pickup truck.

I placed the metal plate in the trunk and secured it with a rope, simultaneously fixing the vehicle to the metal plate. It was then that I noticed the two screw holes on the metal plate perfectly matched the vehicle's main support stand.

I found two screws of similar size from the toolbox and tightened the motorcycle onto the metal plate. Only then did I wipe the sweat from my brow, re-secure the lowered fence, and lock it. Finally, I got back into the pickup truck...

"Phew... I'm exhausted."

After all that physical exertion, I was drenched in sweat, and my stomach started to rumble.

"Alright... time to head home and eat!"

I glanced at my watch subconsciously. It was already past five?

And after all this time, no zombies had appeared in the underground parking lot. This simply suggested that the mutated monster corpse seemed to have some kind of deterrent effect on the zombies, making them unwilling or perhaps afraid to approach this area?

However...

"Do zombies feel fear?"

I asked myself in confusion, but there was no answer. This world was full of mysteries. I didn't even know what had happened, so how could I possibly know the secrets of zombies?

But... the only certainty was that the world was finished. As for how severely it had collapsed...

I'd just have to wait and see.

With that thought, I restarted the pickup truck, and with a roar, it drove out of the underground parking lot, ascending the steep ramp.

The moment I drove the vehicle out, I saw...

The dense dark clouds in the sky and the completely darkened heavens.

"Is it going to rain?!"

I murmured as I looked at the dark clouds, driving the vehicle to the side of the gate. I glanced left and right. Seeing no zombies, I got out of the car and looked at the iron gate blocking the way.

This was an automatic electric iron gate. It seemed that when it had power, it would automatically detect the vehicle's model and license plate before opening. But now there was no electricity...

"Wait, the roll-up door definitely had power just now!"

I subconsciously looked back up at the underground parking lot. Sure enough...

"As expected... solar absorption panels?"

But it looked like the solar power wasn't connected to the main gate. How was the gate supposed to open?

Push it manually?

But there was no other way now. If I had to push it, then I'd push it.

I walked to the side of the iron gate and reached out to push it. It wasn't very heavy, perhaps because there was no power? The iron gate was light, and it barely took any effort to push it open.

At the same time, I heard a zombie's roar mixed with the roar of the pickup truck. It wasn't very clear, but it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Just as I thought! The pickup truck's noise attracted zombies!"

Without time to think, I quickly ran back to the car, got in, and slammed the door shut with a "bang." I floored the accelerator, and after a screeching sound from the tires, the pickup truck shot out.

Feeling the force pushing against my back, I turned the handlebars, controlling the pickup truck as I rounded the bend ahead…

And the moment I rounded the bend, a zombie in a security guard uniform appeared in my field of vision…

The instant I saw the zombie, I slammed my foot down on the accelerator. With a violent roar, I gripped the handlebars tightly and rammed into it!

"THUD!!"

With a dull thud, the zombie was sent flying by the truck. I slammed on the brakes, and in the sudden stop, my body lurched forward, my face nearly hitting the handlebars. But… thankfully, the two lumps of fat on my chest blocked me, allowing me to stop just in time.

"Hiss!!"

Rubbing my aching chest, I didn't know why I felt incredibly annoyed. Then… I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen!

"Damn it!!"

Cursing under my breath, I hit the gas again. The truck, under my control, sped away from the residential area, leaving behind the zombie I had just hit, its spine broken as it lay on the ground.