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Apocalypse Turned Zombie
墨書 Inktalez
The blind date failed, but I won the lottery. Life has its ups and downs. I thought winning the lottery would mark the beginning of a wonderful life, but then the apocalypse came.
What were you doing when the apocalypse arrived? I was in the shower, just finishing up milking.
This person, I couldn't stand to be around for even a day.
1. My blind date had a house, a car, good looks, and a height that could be etched on a tombstone at one hundred eighty-six centimeters. Unfortunately, I was just a part-time matchmaker, helping my career-focused Sister solve her troubles. He was allergic to dog hair, while I owned a large dog. It was reasonable for the blind date to fail. After all, what is a man compared to a dog?
After the blind date failed, I casually bought a lottery ticket and won the jackpot. I immediately sent my resignation notice to my boss.
When a poor person suddenly becomes rich, they first buy a villa. My reason for quitting was that I needed time to focus on renovating my villa and had no time for work.
I actually wanted to be even more ostentatious, hoping to give my boss a heart attack; a brain hemorrhage would have been even better. But unexpectedly, having money made people much more tolerant; I couldn't even be bothered to look at her again. Her life would remain as it was, while I had already achieved Wealth Freedom at the best time of my life. From then on, I became a person with free will.
On the first day living in my carefully chosen villa, while taking an evening stroll, I discovered that my blind date was my neighbor.
I tightened the dog leash, feeling completely unafraid because I really did have a big dog— Huang Di. From then on, every time we met, we would exchange simple pleasantries.
Just when I thought this was the biggest flaw in my current life, the apocalypse arrived.
Everything came without warning. It was just an ordinary afternoon when things outside turned chaotic right after I finished milking and was taking a shower. While humming and applying body lotion, I marveled at how different it felt to take care of myself; my skin had become so much fairer.
When I opened the door to my room and saw scenes reminiscent of a Zombie Movie, I realized something was seriously wrong.
There had indeed been screams and howls earlier, but first of all, my clothes weren't properly put on; secondly, I knew that to survive longer, one shouldn't get involved in chaos; thirdly, I had never imagined such a situation could actually happen. So what should I do now?
I didn't even realize how strong my mental fortitude was; without wasting a second, I retreated back into my room and locked the door.
From that brief glimpse outside, I saw several wandering Zombies and others gnawing on corpses, along with blood splattered everywhere. It's hard to believe that apart from feeling slightly dazed, my legs didn't weaken, my heart didn't race, and I didn't feel like vomiting.
I rummaged through my bag for my phone and planned to sit down after passing by the mirror. Wait a minute—my reflection in the mirror... had turned Zombie-like! Anyone who saw it would have to compliment how fresh this corpse looked. No wonder I'm so pale.
No wonder I'm not panicking; my heart isn't even beating—what's there to panic about? What is happening right now? My joints are flexible; I'm still rational. Could it be that I've become Zombie royalty?
I took out my phone intending to call and check on my parents and friends' situations and see how widespread this disaster was—was it possible that only this area was affected?
I was using a 5G phone when I pushed the door open, but now I've completely lost signal. I'm scared, but my unresponsive body tells me it isn't afraid. It feels like there's only one obstacle between me and home—my mental barrier.
Deep breath, deep breath—ah, I forgot to breathe. Okay, I'm calm now. When I opened the door, those zombies didn’t even turn their attention towards me; it seems I'm not on their menu. I opened the door, kept my head down, and tried to make no noise as I navigated around the bodies, whether they were motionless on the ground or wandering about.
My body, devoid of any fear response, made things much easier. This is a large hotel; the gym is on the fourth floor and the showers and massage area are on the third. It’s not exactly quiet everywhere; these wandering zombies can trip over anything, making all sorts of noise. Some are gathered in front of closed doors, banging against them.
I know there might be people hiding inside, but at this moment, I can only focus on my own survival and remember their locations. If there are rescue personnel outside, I might be able to provide some information. Wait a minute—I’m a zombie now; if I encounter rescuers, I’ll be the first to go down.
I looked out the window; the situation outside was worse. Cars crashed into walls, trees, and other vehicles were billowing smoke everywhere. The streets were filled with wandering zombies, and all that remained was the sound of advertisements in place of human voices. Standing by the window, I almost wanted to jump down.
No, I need to at least go back and see my dog Huang Di. Just yesterday, I was rubbing its head and saying I’d take it around the world. I'm a bit directionally challenged, especially facing such a ruined street now. But for some reason, having a clear goal of wanting to go home made me turn every corner without hesitation.
I estimated the distance in my mind; normally it takes about half an hour by bus—how long would it take to walk? Right, even if I won the lottery, I'd still support eco-friendly travel with my own efforts.
Now there are obstacles everywhere. Given my current zombie appearance and human essence, I'm both afraid of zombies and trying to avoid humans. How long it takes to get home is up to fate.
The apocalypse has come; I'm now walking home slowly but tirelessly.
When I turned a corner and encountered my damn boss who still hadn’t died yet, I understood what it meant for enemies to cross paths. It was working hours; we weren’t far from the office and this road led toward her home as well. Her office is on the fifth floor; she sat calmly in her car planning an escape route while the chances of success were negligible.
The conclusion is that she’s a scumbag who likely sacrificed others to save herself. I don’t want to condemn her without knowing the full picture, but given the reality and what I know about her, my first reaction was just that.
She was trembling in her car while several zombies were trying to break through her door. I don’t know how zombies identify living people’s positions; what’s certain is that it’s not through sight—otherwise they’d be banging against the glass. For instance, here I am pressed against her window watching her terrified face as she desperately covers her mouth.
How do you describe this feeling? If you drew a pie chart: about one percent represents humanity's sorrow at its end, seventy percent is pure satisfaction, and twenty-nine percent feels unsatisfied and wants to do something even more extreme.
I restrained myself; otherwise, I'd fall too quickly into depravity.
As I walked along, I also saw some people hiding behind curtains observing the situation outside. They were very polarized—some had bright and fierce eyes with a strong will to survive while others looked utterly terrified and dull. Of course, this is just my imagination.
I hurried past them without daring to make eye contact; my gaze wasn’t that good either. The real sound of bodies falling from high floors weighed heavily on my mind as I couldn’t help but let my thoughts wander. Everything had just begun a few short hours ago.
Humans won't give up hope in such a short time unless they lose everything at the very beginning of this apocalypse. I forced myself to shift my focus. Fortunately, the zombies weren't devouring each other, nor were there any other terrifying monsters around; otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to step out of the hotel door.
It really is true that what you think about comes to pass. One moment I heard a rapid whooshing sound behind me, and the next moment I was hoisted onto the shoulder of a man who was at least six feet three inches tall. It might not have been exactly that height, but with my head facing down, it felt like I was far from the ground.
He was truly flying; I couldn't see where he got his strength from and suspected he was pushing off with one foot and then the other. In less than two minutes, he brought me to a rooftop.
Throughout the entire process, I didn't dare to scream. After all, without metabolism, a zombie's body damage might not be repairable. Right now, my skin was excessively pale and my pupils dilated, but I didn't want to end up with a gaping black hole when I opened my mouth.
He set me down in front of a handsome man with sharp features and a serious expression that I didn't recognize. He was really tall—definitely over six feet three inches—creating an overwhelming presence.
Before I could steady myself, he leaned in and started nuzzling against me, opening his mouth to say, "Woof."
I: .......
I think I know who this is; I have a bold guess.
"Is that you, Huang Di?" He nodded.
I pinched his mouth shut before he could lick me and ruffled his fur. "Can you talk?"
"I can." His voice was deep and magnetic, yet he sounded so cheerful when he spoke.
"Let's find a secure enclosed space so I can check." There might be countless pairs of eyes hiding behind the curtains here. Just jumping up here while being carried had already attracted enough attention.
To be honest, if I weren't in a zombie state right now, I wouldn't dare to go into an enclosed space with an adult male so casually. Although given the display of strength he just showed, if he had bad intentions, I'd be unsafe anywhere.
The tall man in front of me suddenly transformed into an even larger dog; standing on all fours, it was taller than me by a head.
It did resemble my Huang Di somewhat but had changed quite a bit. When Huang Di was young, he looked like a little mutt; as he grew up, he became a handsome little wolfdog. Now he strangely resembled a fox with white fur on his head.
I patted his enormous head and sighed, "The weather today is just as nice as the day I found you."
He looked at me with confusion and retorted, "It was raining heavily that day; I was hiding from the rain when you rushed over and picked me up."
Indeed, it was my Huang Di! I never expected him to turn into a human during this apocalypse. I hugged his dog head tightly and cried for a while before realizing that I had tears again; my heart and breathing had returned as well—it felt like I had turned back into a human.
"But my original intention was to prevent you from wandering and suffering," I said, even though rushing over to pick him up felt more like sprinting 100 meters—more like a dog thief.
But that day I didn't have an umbrella; all I could do was take off my coat and cover my head while running. It was understandable to be anxious.
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