The Zombie I Flirted With After Losing My Memory, Who Was Pretending to be an Alpha, Is Actually My Ex - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Assembly

A distance of barely a hundred meters felt like several centuries to cross.

Leading the charge, Xie Jinbing kicked away several lunging zombies and was the first to scale the gas pipe, using the wall as leverage to vault upward with ease.

Teng Xi’s skin crawled as she watched the horde approaching from the library. They were like beasts that had finally caught the scent of prey. Her Miaodao moved so fast it blurred, temporarily clearing a patch of ground around her.

The other two survivors had already scrambled up the hanging curtains. Seeing Teng Xi still below, they pointed to the third curtain: “Hurry, get up here!”

Teng Xi looked up at Si Qinghan, who had three curtains wrapped around her arms and was poking her head out to watch. Her mouth twitched; without a word, she followed Xie Jinbing’s lead and scaled the gas pipe.

Asking Si Qinghan to pull up three people by herself? Crazy!

To Teng Xi’s shock, before she even reached the windowsill, she saw the two people on the curtains being hauled upward by Si Qinghan with a mighty roar. The speed was comparable to an elevator…

Teng Xi froze for a second, slowly muttering: “Where did this ‘Monster Strength Girl’ come from…”

Once Xie Jinbing vaulted inside, Teng Xi hooked her fingers over the ledge and flipped into the room, only to be met by the unblinking stares of the four people inside.

“Uh… even if I am drop-dead gorgeous, you don’t have to stare like that. I’ll get shy.” Teng Xi leaned the tip of her Miaodao against the floor, resting her forearm on the hilt and brushing a stray hair from her forehead in a classic “cool girl” pose.

“Idol!” With a cry of joy, a figure lunged from the side, attempting to give Teng Xi a bear hug.

“Ow!” Instead of a hug, there was a cry of pain.

Teng Xi had raised the Miaodao with one hand, accurately pressing the sheathed tip against the girl’s Jiquan point (underarm). A wave of intense numbness flooded the girl’s brain, forcing her to stumble back.

As Teng Xi made this move, Xie Jinbing—without even noticing it herself—finally let her furrowed brow relax slightly. She took the opportunity to observe the girl.

The girl’s mixed-race features were unforgettable, especially her pale blue eyes shaded by thick lashes. Her naturally curly brown hair was tied back in a high ponytail. Dressed in sportswear and appearing to be in her early twenties, she radiated the energy of an innocent university student who hadn’t yet left campus.

“Idol!” The “innocent student” pouted. Her gaze toward Teng Xi was anything but innocent; if it weren’t for Teng Xi’s superior combat skill, she likely would have been glued to her side already.

“Who are you?” Teng Xi raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! Right!” Suddenly called upon by her idol, the student became flustered. She straightened her sportswear, wiped a smudge of unidentifiable fluid from her face, and held her own Miaodao upright against her chest. Standing at military attention, she barked out an answer like a recruit at roll call: “Hello, Idol!”

The group jumped at the sudden volume. Outside the door, the zombies heard the noise and began thumping against the wood.

Everyone glared at her, fingers to their lips: “Shhh—”

The student slumped but insisted on finishing her introduction in a hushed voice: “Hello, Idol. My name is Feng Sisi, only daughter, 22 years old, gender Alpha female, height 165cm, weight 51.5kg, pheromones are…”

“Miss, lying about your height is wrong. A 162cm Alpha is still an Alpha, don’t be embarrassed. Also, are you on a blind date?” Si Qinghan’s dry voice drifted from the side.

Caught in her lie, Feng Sisi’s face turned bright red. She spun around to pummel Si Qinghan: “Shut up!—”

The third person in the room didn’t bother stopping the bickering pair. She coughed twice and nodded apologetically to Teng Xi and Xie Jinbing: “I’m sorry, excuse our behavior.”

Xie Jinbing leaned against the windowsill and gave a nearly imperceptible nod, a cold “noted.”

Teng Xi smiled but remained silent. In these chaotic times, she wasn’t ready to spill her life story to every stranger she met—especially since this group was on some kind of “mission” they were determined to finish even in a zombie apocalypse.

The woman seemed to read Teng Xi’s hesitation. She reached out her hand with a bitter smile: “My name is Yao Zhi. Thank you truly for earlier. If it weren’t for you, we would have ‘reunited’ down there.”

Teng Xi shook her hand: “Teng Xi. She’s Xie Jinbing.”

Yao Zhi nodded, her eyes lingering curiously on Xie Jinbing. Although Si Qinghan had explained Xie Jinbing’s situation over the radio while they were trapped, she was still fascinated by a “zombified” human who retained their consciousness.

“We were hired by a client to find someone in this hospital. No choice, they just paid too much,” Yao Zhi shrugged, voluntarily disclosing their goal.

In a broken world, honesty is more precious than anything; it’s the easiest way to earn trust.

Feng Sisi, having finished “beating” Si Qinghan, rubbed her hands together and tried to straighten her clothes to introduce herself to her idol again, but was interrupted by Si Qinghan.

“Mama Yao, where’s the Captain?” Si Qinghan finally realized one person was missing. Her fox-like eyes narrowed.

Feng Sisi froze. Whatever Yao Zhi was about to say died in her throat. A heavy silence filled the room.

After a long while, Yao Zhi spoke softly: “She was bitten.”

There were only two possible outcomes for being bitten: one was like Xie Jinbing standing in this room, and the other was like the mindless horde wandering outside. It went without saying which one it was.

Si Qinghan bit her lip. She hadn’t actually spent much time with that Captain—she was just a leader temporarily assigned to their team for this mission—but seeing someone you knew turn from a living human into a walking corpse was always tragic.

Among them, Yao Zhi had worked with the Captain the most. The grief on her face was palpable, but she quickly forced herself to adjust. In their current situation, they couldn’t afford the luxury of mourning.

Yao Zhi buried her face in her palms, rubbed her cheeks, and looked back at them with a calm gaze: “Life is full of partings. Old Yang deserved a rest after all that running.”

Except that rest was one from which she would never wake.

Yao Zhi looked back at Teng Xi: “Miss Teng, our next move is to go to Area A. Where are you two planning to go?”

Teng Xi didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to Feng Sisi: “Do you know me?”

If Feng Sisi knew her, perhaps she wouldn’t have to risk going to Area A to find Shi Yun.