My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

Shattered glass flew everywhere, accompanied by a low growl!

Chapter 5: Handgun

"ROAR!!!!"

After the sound of frantic footsteps, I blankly watched the zombie that burst through the window fall as if in slow motion. We even stared at each other for a moment, this zombie with blood-red eyes like a rabbit's.

It only felt slow, though. In reality, the zombie wasn't falling slowly at all. In just a few seconds, I heard a dull thud!

"Bang!"

For some reason, I waved towards the direction the zombie fell, muttered 'Amitabha,' and then turned back to look at the window above.

"Is that all?"

Cough cough... There really wasn't anything else.

After confirming that no more zombies would perform the bizarre act of jumping out of windows, I used the bundle in my hand to sweep the windowsill. A dozen shards of glass fell with a "clatter."

Once I no longer heard glass falling, I re-tied the bundle to myself, took a breath, lowered my center of gravity slightly, and pushed off hard with my feet.

"Yaa!!"

I found it strange that I didn't yell "Hmph!" or something similar, but a feminine 'Yaa!' Perhaps it was due to the difference in my vocal cord structure; I felt this sound was more conducive to exerting force.

But thankfully, I finally reached the window frame and grabbed hold tightly.

With great effort, I finally climbed in. Standing on the windowsill, I looked at the pile of broken glass on the floor, then at my slippers that had fallen off earlier due to overexertion while climbing.

I had no choice but to jump a bit further away.

With a "snap," my two bare feet landed on the tiled floor. Fortunately, my balance...

"Ah!" Just as I thought that, I immediately lost my balance and fell flat on my butt!

"Hiss~ What kind of balance is this, front-heavy and back-light!"

Taking a sharp breath, I looked at the two fleshy mounds on my chest and grumbled softly.

Standing up, I brushed off the dust from my clothes and surveyed my surroundings. It was the same uninspired setup of two hospital beds and a standard single room, complete with a TV, clock, and other amenities.

Using the moonlight, I glanced at the clock. Thankfully, it was a digital clock, still displaying the accurate time.

02:22

"Is it 2:30?"

I couldn't help but murmur to myself, and what to do next was also quite troubling.

Leave now... It's too dangerous. Although my eyesight has returned to perfect 20/20 vision, and I can see clearly even at night, there are still some inconveniences at night, no matter what.

Then...

"Do I just have to wait until morning to leave?"

Thinking this, I looked around. The hospital room door was closed, and there were still some bloodstains on it... "What is that?"

Suddenly, on the red and white door, I saw something that shouldn't be there.

To confirm, I quickly took two steps, lowered myself, and reached out to gently touch the... small hole.

This small hole was located around my waist. And seeing the shattered wood fragments around it, caused by the force, my heart jolted!

"Is this... a bullet hole?"

This was indeed a bullet hole, no doubt about it.

Thinking this, I looked back to where I was behind, and there was no other damage. As I thought, I recalled some analysis I'd seen online about bullet kinetic energy.

According to mechanics, the instant a bullet enters an object, due to its powerful penetration, it only creates a small hole. After the bullet exits the object, it will cause greater damage.

Simply put, if a bullet enters a person's body, passes through the chest, and exits the back, then the person's wound will definitely be a small hole in the chest, while the back will have a bowl-sized chunk of flesh blown away by the bullet.

According to this deduction... I touched the area around the bullet hole. There were some shattered fragments, just one obvious small hole. By this logic, then in this room...

"There's a gun?!"

I suddenly jolted awake, recalling the zombie that had just rushed out the window. The moment our eyes met, I thought I vaguely saw the person's clothing.

"That should... be a police uniform?"

Although I couldn't distinguish colors too clearly at night, under the moonlight, even with just a glance, the person's clothes were definitely dark. If that person was indeed wearing a dark blue police uniform, then...

"His gun must still be in the room!"

Thinking this, I quickly turned my head to look at the ground. There were no bullet holes on the ground, nor any firearms, only a trail of bloody footprints.

Following the footprints, I directly found a hospital bed. The sheets on the bed were messy, and there were still some bloodstains left on them. It looked like after running in from outside and firing at the zombies outside, this person, with their injured body, found this bed and lay down on it.

Judging by the situation, this person's injury should be to the leg, because the bullet hole was around my waist level, about 1.2 to 1.3 meters high. So, this person was either standing or sitting when they fired.

If they were standing, the zombie opposite should have been lying on the ground, and this person looked out through the glass to hit it accurately. However, the bullet hole clearly angled upwards.

This means that this person must have rushed into the room, closed the door, then, due to a leg injury, sat on the ground and aimed the gun at the door. Relying on experience, they fired almost blindly, killing the zombie with one shot.

As for why it was a single shot kill...

If the zombie outside was still alive, would you have the mood to find a bed and lie down for a while?

"According to this deduction..."

I looked at the bedside table. In the three drawers, besides tissues and a water cup, there was nothing else.

Then...

I shifted my gaze to the bed stained with black blood. I reached out and touched it. Just as I reached the other side of the bed, a cold, hard sensation suddenly came from my palm.

My heart leaped with joy, and I immediately looked at the object. As expected...

It was a handgun. This model...

I thought hard in my mind, and only then did the name of this handgun suddenly flash through my mind.

"Type 64 pistol!"

I remembered seeing this when I was looking up information for my novel. But what I didn't expect was that my memory was so amazing now. I used to suspect I had early-onset Alzheimer's and needed to go to the hospital.

"Could this also be a benefit of my current state?" Thinking this, I couldn't help but touch my chest, only to suddenly feel all sorts of awkwardness. I had intended to...

I tried to entertain myself for a moment, but unexpectedly, after that moment, a more sorrowful feeling surged into my heart.

Shaking my head, my long hair swayed back and forth with my movements. Thinking, I suddenly remembered the fruit knife I had seen in the bedside table just now, still in its packaging.

Placing the handgun on the bed, I turned and directly pulled open the drawer. Sure enough, in the hidden compartment on the second layer, there was a fruit knife about ten centimeters long. Without hesitation, I directly tossed my head, just like a woman shaking her hair, to the side. Then, picking up the small knife, I began to cut my hair.

As I cut my hair, a sentence simultaneously appeared in my mind...

'Isn't this action a bit too feminine?'

"Screech!"

With a sound, my long hair snapped off. At the same time, I put down my knife. The next second, something incredibly surprising happened to me!

My hair! No, it was debatable whether this was even still hair. As for why it surprised me, it was because