The Zombie I Flirted With After Losing My Memory, Who Was Pretending to be an Alpha, Is Actually My Ex - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Music

Teng Xi and Xie Jinbing also approached the window; the situation at the small shed was far from optimistic.

A massive number of zombies had surrounded the shed so tightly that the ones in front were being pushed down by the pressure, becoming stepping stones for those behind them. A wall of bodies was quickly rising, and the zombies’ hands were already reaching halfway up the height of the wooden structure.

“How could this happen…” Si Qinghan’s voice trembled, tinged with despair.

Teng Xi thought for a moment and echoed Si Qinghan’s earlier sentiment: “Don’t be so quick to cry at their funeral. It’s not like there’s no way out. The zombie hordes are extremely sensitive to sound.”

“Sound?” Si Qinghan recalled. It seemed that was indeed the case. “I have a portable speaker with me, but—” Her face fell again. “My phone was lost while I was being chased by the zombies.”

Before she could finish, a phone in a transparent case appeared before her eyes.

Si Qinghan looked at the phone held between Xie Jinbing’s two fingers, her eyes welling with tears. Once again, she felt like she had been saved by a miracle: “Zombie Sister, you are my god!”

She swore that if anyone ever doubted Xie Jinbing’s humanity again, she would absolutely fight them to the death!

The phone was turned on, showing 18% battery remaining. Fortunately, Teng Xi had turned it off after failing to guess the password earlier; otherwise, it wouldn’t have lasted until now.

Si Qinghan immediately pressed the button on her walkie-talkie, her gaze firm: “Yao Zhi, hang in there. We have a plan.”

The response from the walkie-talkie was frantic: “Si Qinghan, don’t do anything reckless! It’s dangerous here. Remember what we came here for!”

Outside, small groups of zombies began shifting toward the wooden shed. Teng Xi snatched the walkie-talkie from Si Qinghan: “Friends on the other side, just sit back and watch the show.”

After speaking, she began rummaging through the kitchen, quickly finding all the wheat flour. Teng Xi counted them—there were over ten small bags, enough for several dust explosions.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. The phone screen was held horizontally in front of her with words typed by Xie Jinbing:

“Who is going to light the fire?”

All three present had witnessed how powerful that force could be.

Before Teng Xi could volunteer, Si Qinghan slapped her forehead, her tone excited: “I have it! I have a little gadget!”

As she spoke, she began digging through her enormous hiking pack. Teng Xi watched as item after item was pulled out: a walkie-talkie, a portable speaker, gloves, a wrench, screwdrivers of various sizes, spare batteries, and even a soldering iron…

These were not the belongings of someone visiting a patient. Teng Xi was smart enough not to ask questions, but when she tried to lift the hiking pack, she couldn’t move it at all. She fell into silence…

Teng Xi: “I say, Comrade Si Qinghan, are you on a special forces training exercise? A small frame like yours carrying all this stuff.”

Before she had even emptied a third of the bag, Si Qinghan finally pulled something out: “Found it!”

Hearing Teng Xi’s teasing, her expression shifted from joy to something indescribable. “You have no idea how much weight I had to carry while running across campus every day during my master’s degree.”

“And you are?”

At this, Si Qinghan puffed out her chest, her metaphorical tail practically wagging in the air: “Double degree in Computer Science and Electronic Information, though I also sat in on some Mechanical Engineering classes. The smartest kid in our village!”

“This is my modified grappling hook,” Si Qinghan opened her palm and gave a brief explanation. “It can scale walls or be used as a zip line. One end is the launcher, the other is the hook. The range is up to fifty meters.”

Xie Jinbing looked at the “little gadget” in Si Qinghan’s hand. She put her palms together, pulled them half a meter apart, and traced two lines in the air with her finger.

Teng Xi caught her meaning instantly. She unfolded the map and pointed at the small overview of the hospital: “The shed they are in is north of Building 1. To draw away as many zombies as possible, the place where we create the noise should be between Building 1 and Building 2, near their side.”

Teng Xi tapped a small area toward the north, close to the shed. As long as the sound was loud enough, it would lure the zombies away.

“I’ll first move along the guardrails to the north side of this building, scatter the flour, use the grappling hook to connect Building 1 and Building 2, and hang the speaker in the middle to make noise. Once the zombies have gathered there, I’ll trigger the explosion, then go support them and get them out,” Teng Xi clapped her hands. “Comrades, is that clear?”

Si Qinghan narrowed her fox-like eyes and raised her right hand: “What about me? And what about her? What are we supposed to do?”

This person doesn’t intend to go save them single-handedly, does she? Is this a rescue or a suicide mission?

“You?” Teng Xi thought seriously for a second. “Just be a ‘vase’. If you have free time, throw us a rope and pull us up when we get back.”

Si Qinghan wanted to argue, but her lack of climbing skills made her immediately lose heart.

Beside them, Xie Jinbing couldn’t speak, but she used her actions to show she wasn’t willing to be a “vase” either. She grabbed several bags of flour, tucked them under her arm, took the Bluetooth-connected speaker and the grappling hook from Si Qinghan, and vaulted out the window.

“Hey! Wait!” Teng Xi didn’t have time to stop her. She hurriedly grabbed several more bags of flour, muttering under her breath, “Absolutely no organization or discipline!”

Before leaving, Teng Xi looked at Si Qinghan and habitually gave her a reassuring look: “We’ll be back.”

Outside the window, Xie Jinbing moved along the guardrails as if walking on flat ground, already several windows ahead of Teng Xi. Teng Xi couldn’t help but marvel at Xie Jinbing’s agility. Are doctors these days all this competitive? Is this a ‘lightfoot’ skill mastered just to escape medical disputes?

By the time Teng Xi caught up to Xie Jinbing, the latter had already set up the grappling hook.

One end was fixed to the guardrail, while the other was fired out at a slightly lower angle, pinning itself firmly into the opposite wall at a height of about three meters above the ground. The Bluetooth speaker was threaded onto the line and slid down due to gravity, hanging suspended in the air. Xie Jinbing pressed the phone and found the player.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. Teng Xi looked at Xie Jinbing, who appeared petrified for a split second, and thought it was her own hallucination. Then, a chant with no intro echoed throughout Area C.

“Namo he la da na duo la ye ye~ Namo a li ye~”

The compassionate and peaceful melody of the Great Compassion Mantra combined with the hideous snarls of the zombies below to create a bizarre atmosphere.

Teng Xi looked at the cold Zombie Sister with a twitching lip: “Sister…”

Upon meeting the fierce glare the Zombie Sister threw her way, Teng Xi took the words in her mouth and spun them around: “Buddhist! Truly Buddhist!”

She hadn’t expected such a spiritual heart to be hidden beneath the Zombie Sister’s cold exterior.

Xie Jinbing had a bitter grievance she couldn’t voice. She had finally realized the truth—what goes around comes around.

“Uh… this music…” A woman’s hesitant voice came from the walkie-talkie at her waist, though she ultimately swallowed her true thoughts.