My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

"It actually grew back!?"

I exclaimed in a hushed voice, watching the hair that had been cut short as if it had come to life and started growing. In just a few breaths, my hair had grown back to waist-length!

Instantly, the pores all over my body opened up, and my scalp tingled.

It wasn't the hair growing back that caused it, but the fact that I was so scared my scalp was tingling.

Anyone would feel this way seeing their hair grow so fast.

I even wondered if whatever was on my scalp was something alien.

My whole body felt numb, goosebumps rising. At this moment, I really wanted to say!

"You scared me to death!"

Well, I'd said it. By then, my hair had grown back to its original length, reaching about my butt... ahem, hip area.

At the same time, I suddenly felt a wave of weakness, like how I felt after my morning exercises. Then, my stomach rumbled.

"Could it be..."

I hesitated and looked down at my long hair, then sighed helplessly.

"It looks like... I really have no choice but to keep it long."

This hair seemed to be fixed at this length. Since I couldn't cut it off, I could only let it be.

At least it wasn't harmful, right?

Still, the rapid growth made me feel a bit uneasy.

And the fact that this growth used my own physical strength made it even more unsettling.

Rather than unsettling, it was terrible.

I didn't have much food, in fact, I might not have eaten for a month. But at least I hadn't felt hungry just now.

After the hair grew back, my hunger arrived. While it wasn't severe, it was still troublesome. After all, I didn't know when I'd be able to eat again. Fresh fruit would have rotted within a month, especially now, when it seemed like the entire city had lost power. Without power, anything that needed to be kept fresh would have been sacrificed.

Meat, vegetables, fruits... and other frozen foods would all be ruined.

As for other convenient foods, I didn't know what caused these monsters, but the outbreak must have been very rapid. So the most obvious problem arises: those who weren't infected at first would definitely try to stay home.

And those convenient foods would be their first choice. This means all convenience stores or supermarkets must have been looted by now. After all, a month has passed; there's no reason for these things to still be there.

Thinking of this, a sense of helplessness rose in my heart.

However, no matter how anxious I was, it was useless. I could only lie on another clean hospital bed, fiddling with the Type 64 pistol in my hand.

I first pulled out the magazine.

With a "swish!" sound, the magazine slid out. I counted carefully; there were six bullets left. This magazine should hold nine rounds, right?

Thinking of this, I suddenly wondered, "Could there be one more bullet in the gun barrel?!"

After all, at a time like this, one more bullet could be a lifesaver!

Chapter 6: Contemplation

With that thought, I quickly picked up the gun. Thinking of how people in movies disarmed bullets, I grabbed the gun barrel and pulled back!

"Click..."

It slipped out of my hand, and my expression went blank...

This was my first time handling a gun, and I couldn't gauge the force needed. The slide was surprisingly tight.

Second try. This time, I gripped the gun tightly and pulled hard!

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, a bullet dropped directly onto my chest. Since I was lying in bed to minimize consumption, the bullet landed just below my collarbone.

Looking down, the cold bullet slid down my collar!

The golden bullet rolled around my chest, even gave a playful little bounce, before sliding down to my navel!

"Hiss~~~~"

The cold sensation made me gasp, and the hairs on my body stood on end.

I quickly grabbed the mischievous bullet, and a thought popped into my head, which I blurted out without thinking.

"Mr. Bullet! Are you an alien?"

A breeze blew past, and the scene became incredibly awkward...

Even if I was alone, it was still awkward, wasn't it!

Okay, all of this was just a little physics problem caused by gravity.

"On the time it takes for a bullet to fall..."

I quipped to myself, but it wasn't that funny. I could only hold the bullet in my hand, fiddling with it. At the same time, my mind drifted to my unfinished novel.

I wonder how the readers would curse me?

How many teeth would the editor have to grind down?

"These people..." I looked out the window. The moonlight was still bright, and the stars in the sky twinkled just the same.

"How many of them will actually survive."

I murmured, closed my eyes, placed the handgun by my pillow, and fell asleep holding a golden bullet in my hand.

When a crisp birdsong sounded outside the window, I slowly woke up. Instinctively, I reached for my phone, which I habitually kept by my pillow, but felt a cold sensation in my palm. I suddenly jolted awake, sitting up abruptly from my groggy state!

At the same time, a low growl suddenly came from outside the door. My whole body shivered!

"Phone!"

The ringing was still going on. I spotted my phone on the bedside table, snatched it up, and immediately pressed the power button. Simultaneously, I dropped to the ground!

"Patta... patta... patta..."

A strange footsteps sound came from outside the door, like someone walking barefoot on tiles with wet feet.

Holding my breath, who didn't know what was outside the door? I hid under the bed, reaching for the pillow at the same time. I grabbed the handgun and the magazine.

Carefully, I pushed the magazine into the grip. A faint "click" indicated it was in place. At the same time, I suddenly remembered the bullet on the bed, the mischievous Mr. Bullet I held in my hand last night!

But there was no time to look for that bullet now, because the footsteps had clearly stopped at the door!

I didn't dare to move, just lying there on the floor, my eyes fixed on the door... and the window above it! There!

There was something!!

I didn't even dare to breathe, staring intently at the small window.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Something seemed to be panting heavily outside. I was terrified!

I stared fixedly at that small window until...

"Patta... patta... patta..."

The footsteps sounded again. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, my body going limp and collapsing onto the floor. After all, I was on such a high floor with no retreat behind me. If this zombie charged in, I would have to shoot, and the result of shooting could alert the entire building...

The zombies all went mad.

Or perhaps, some of them weren't zombies at all.

Shaking my head, I quickly pushed the terrifying thought out of my mind and slowly got up.

Even though that thing had left, I didn't dare make too much noise. Who knew how good its hearing was? What if it heard me?

Standing up, the first thing I did was...

Set my alarm!

After I turned off all the alarms, I finally let out a sigh of relief and plopped down on the bed.

"This is uncomfortable..." Reaching out, I pulled a bullet from beneath me. I immediately got a headache, looking at this golden bullet...

"So, you really weren't trying to take advantage of me, were you??"

As soon as I said that, I felt a chill run down my spine...

I had unconsciously treated myself as a woman!

How terrifying was this? I didn't know, but I felt a sense of loss.

Sighing, I put the bullet into my backpack. For some reason, I didn't put this bullet into the magazine.