Surviving the Apocalypse with the Young Miss - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Dammit!

What was going on?

Were the monsters all dead?

Could it be that in just one day, the “zombie virus” in these people had automatically died out? Or… were these things just “sleeping”?

The second guess made a chill run down Song Ge’s spine!

She didn’t dare delay any longer. Song Ge quickened her pace, constantly checking her rear for surprises. Meanwhile, she thought: If the monsters are dead, can I go back to school and retrieve Tong Xiangyu’s lost phone?

She wanted to send that expensive, difficult-to-handle hot potato back to her parents as soon as possible.

That way, she wouldn’t have to worry about finding extra food or medicine; she could just wait it out in her basement. She’d wait for the government to send rescue teams to clear the rotting corpses and conduct a full disinfection. The city would soon return to order, and the world would never know the people of Kecheng had nearly faced total annihilation.

With these thoughts, Song Ge quickly approached the supermarket.

The area was silent.

However, remembering the scene she had glimpsed yesterday, Song Ge prepared herself mentally. Approaching cautiously, she saw the supermarket’s glass doors had been smashed; the ground was covered in shards and bloodstains.

Inside, there was no sound.

Song Ge gripped her javelin and walked in. Shelves were knocked over, blood was splattered everywhere, and remnants of human tissue lingered on the floors and walls. Song Ge’s face twisted in disgust. Avoiding the gore, she grabbed two large bags from the checkout counter.

She shopped with a purpose. She didn’t know what the Young Mistress’s delicate stomach could handle, but she figured picking the expensive brands was a safe bet. Avoiding the bloodstains, she grabbed clean chocolate, wafers, chicken feet, duck necks, beef jerky, bread, and potato chips.

Remembering she still needed medicine, Song Ge didn’t waste much time. If the situation outside remained like this, she could always come back later. She grabbed the second bag and hurried to the feminine hygiene section. Not checking if they were cotton or mesh, she simply grabbed the premium brands both day and night pads and snatched a few packs of women’s underwear hanging nearby.

Having finished, Song Ge left the supermarket quickly and quietly.

The community pharmacy was diagonally across the street, about a hundred paces away. She needed to cross the road. Several rotting corpses lay in the middle of the asphalt.

As Song Ge tied the bags shut, she observed the most convenient routes for advancing and retreating. She didn’t plan to take the supermarket haul into the pharmacy. However, just as she finished the knot, her ears twitched. She heard an abnormal commotion.

She stood up instantly, gripping her long javelin in a defensive stance, and moved slowly to the roadside to follow the sound.

When she saw what it was, goosebumps erupted all over her body. She sucked in a sharp breath of cold air!

The sky was brightening fast.

Far in the distance, at the end of the road, a crowd of rescue workers in firefighter uniforms was surging forward like a tide. Their walking posture was bizarre; they had clearly all turned into monsters!

Song Ge wasn’t the only one who heard them.

The previously silent street became a hive of activity. From a shop right next to the supermarket, a heavy BANG erupted. Startled, Song Ge turned to see several blood-soaked monsters with rolled-back eyes slamming themselves against a storefront window, pounding frantically.

Dammit!

Song Ge cursed under her breath. Without a word, she grabbed her two shopping bags and sprinted back the way she came!

As she ran, she noticed that the corpses lying motionless on the ground did not “resurrect.” However, the virus-infected monsters were definitely not dead!

Thank god she hadn’t gone to the school.

Song Ge sprinted back to her narrow, crowded corridor at top speed. But as the saying goes, when you’re unlucky, even cold water gets stuck in your teeth.

She had only run a few steps toward the basement when she came face-to-face with a bloated female monster “wandering” from the bottom up. She skidded to a halt.

The monster’s eyes were white, and her face had been torn and bitten into a mess. She was moaning with an open mouth. Despite the damage, Song Ge recognized her—it was her landlady.

Hell! That box of hangers was a waste of work!

But then Song Ge had a second thought: Does this mean I don’t have to pay rent anymore?

Seeing living prey, the monster let out an excited, huffing wheeze. In the next moment, as if wound up by a high-speed spring, she lunged at Song Ge!

Though Song Ge hadn’t fought a monster head-on before, she had observed the boys in her class fighting them. These things were strong but mindless; they were already dead. Their attacks consisted only of “lunging” and “biting.” They were mechanical and dull—and most importantly, not very fast.

This was why she had dared to venture out. The roads nearby were straight and the visibility was good; even if she encountered them, she was confident she could outrun them.

But these things were toxic. Even their fingernails likely carried the “zombie virus.”

Song Ge didn’t give the monster-landlady a chance to get close. Holding her sharpened javelin, she thrust it clean through the woman’s torso!

But the monster was immortal. Unaware that she had become a “human skewer,” she continued to surge forward, her mangled mouth snapping and growling.

The sight was sickening.

Song Ge’s scalp tightened, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. But she couldn’t retreat now there was a much larger, more dangerous pack of zombies coming up behind her. Song Ge calculated the distance. Using her higher ground and her strength, she waited for the lunge, gripped the javelin tight, and kicked the woman back with all her might!

the plump landlady slid off the javelin and tumbled backward, rolling down the steep stairs.

The sound of rolling wasn’t solitary. Like a game of bowling, she knocked into others, and several bodies went tumbling down to the bottom.

It seemed the area below was full of them.

Suppressing her shivers, Song Ge didn’t waste time. She left the blood-stained javelin outside the door, pulled out her keys, hurried into her basement room, and double-locked it.

She dropped the two bags on the floor.

Song Ge scrubbed her hands with soap. Realizing she was drenched in a cold sweat, she stripped off her clothes and took a quick shower. When she came out, she saw Tong Xiangyu was still sleeping.

Only then did Song Ge let out a long sigh of relief. She picked up the note she had left by Tong Xiangyu’s pillow, threw it away, and sat back down on her small stool.

Leaning against the wall, she thought: It looks like the local rescue line in Kecheng has collapsed. If firefighters with such high physical standards couldn’t resist the monsters, then when the government sends elite units, will it be a rescue—or just adding fuel to the fire?

The survival time of this “zombie virus” likely depended on the host’s constitution. Those with poor health would be driven by the virus briefly after being bitten, while those with strong bodies could survive for a long time without truly “dying.” Based on the simultaneous outbreaks in different locations, these rescue workers must have turned at roughly the same time as the students at the school.

Now the question returned to basics: Where did the virus start?

The sound of the horde wandering outside became distinct.

Song Ge stopped thinking and walked to the window, adjusting her angle to look out. The firefighter-monsters were treading over the corpses on the ground, wandering aimlessly. Some entered shops with open doors and didn’t come back out.

If these monsters didn’t leave, it would be difficult for her to get medicine. Song Ge could handle ordinary residents who didn’t exercise, but if the opponents were firefighters, she probably couldn’t.

She withdrew her gaze and leaned against the desk, looking at the sleeping Tong Xiangyu.

She had assumed a refined Young Mistress would sleep in a stiff, proper posture, but the girl was completely uninhibited—lying on her side, clutching the quilt, with one white leg hooked high under her short school skirt. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes moving under her lids, and her pale lips were moving with a soft murmur.

What is she saying?

Song Ge leaned in to listen, only to see Tong Xiangyu’s eyes snap open as she let out a loud, terrified scream: “NO!!”

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