Reborn in the Apocalypse: A Commoner's Survival Log

[Note before the book: This is my first book. I wrote it on a whim because I was out of books to read, so it's not very well written.]

If you like it, keep it; if you don't, please scroll away silently.

The author is easily offended and may become depressed from being criticized too much.

Depression makes it easy to lose your mind when writing.

Of course, you can still forget about thinking while reading.

Come on, let me build you a brain foster care center. Everyone, please leave your brains with me for now!

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Rumble!

The torrential rain poured down, and the large raindrops pounded hard on his body, each drop seemingly carrying immense force, causing him excruciating pain.

The rainwater and blood mixed together, creating a pungent, fishy smell that flowed all over the ground, making people nauseous.

All I could hear were the vicious curses of several robbers as they brazenly divided their loot, treating the person they had thrown on the ground as nothing more than trash.

He had been stabbed more than a dozen times, each wound oozing blood that stained the muddy water beneath him a deep red. He could clearly feel his life force slowly draining from his body, like sand slipping through an hourglass, impossible to grasp.

Gradually, his limbs grew heavy and weak, and his fingers slowly lost sensation. Finally, this numbness spread throughout his body. The approaching death filled him with despair.

The jade pendant that he had been clutching tightly in his hand was also snatched away by the murderer.

At that moment, he felt so small and powerless.

He struggled to take it back, but he didn't even have the strength to utter a sound.

In the end, filled with resentment, they could only sink into darkness...

*

"Damn it, this broken pendant looks like a piece of plastic. It's resisting so desperately. I thought it was something valuable. What bad luck!"

After rummaging through Zhou Yang's tattered bag, a short, thin middle-aged man jumped up in anger, kicked the lifeless corpse on the ground, and casually threw the stolen pendant back onto the body.

"I'm completely broke, not even a drop of saliva on my body, just this half-pack of biscuit crumbs and a peanut candy. What a poor wretch!"

"Isn't this all your own fault? I told you to slit your own throat, but you insisted on stabbing me, and you even missed the mark!" Another bearded man with a scar on his face sneered, mocking his companion.

"Who knew he was so alert? I dodged the first stab! He fought back fiercely, and he even had a small knife hidden on him. I almost got stabbed by him instead."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and pack your things and leave. There's too much blood, the zombies will come smelling it soon."

A tattooed man who seemed to be the leader glanced at Zhou Yang's corpse, spat on the ground, urged the others, and then turned and left.

"Pah, what a waste of time. This little bit of stuff isn't even enough to buy a cigarette, and I'm covered in blood and my clothes are ruined. Let's go back and find a woman to vent our frustrations."

The short, thin man wiped the knife on the corpse's clothes before putting it away and following the tattooed man away.

The others quickly packed up their things and followed, discussing which attractive women had arrived at the base's red-light district.

No one noticed that the jade pendant thrown on the corpse was gradually emitting a soft glow, growing brighter and brighter until it engulfed Zhou Yang's entire body.

*

"Cough cough!"

Zhou Yang was awakened by thirst. His throat felt as if it had been scraped by a knife, making him extremely uncomfortable and forcing him to wake up from his sleep.

Half-opening his eyes, Zhou Yang groped around blankly, but found no wounds and felt no pain. He was immediately surprised and his eyes widened as he snapped back to reality.

Isn't he dead?

He was stabbed dozens of times by those robbers and died.

How could I not feel anything and not have any wounds?

Zhou Yang suddenly sprang from the bed, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar starry sky above him. At that moment, his heart felt as if it had been swept by a storm, churning up a tempestuous sea of ​​emotions.

Isn't this my own room?

This starry sky ceiling was specially designed for him by his mother; it's one of a kind in the whole world, there's no mistake!

Zhou Yang stared blankly around, unable to process what was happening.

His hand unconsciously reached out and touched something cool. Looking down, he saw it was the jade pendant shaped like a yin-yang symbol that his mother had given him, which had been stolen from him.

At this moment, it is just right to be placed beside the pillow.

He carefully put the jade pendant back on his neck and then picked up his phone from the bedside table to check the time.

2030年4月5日凌晨4点19分，清明节。

There are still 3 months until the day of the apocalypse that I remember.

Has he been reborn?

Zhou Yang was a little unsure about the current situation.

Rebirth is truly absurd...

And how did he get reborn? He doesn't have any of those cheat codes from novels.

Could it be that his ancestors have appeared to him? Or is it that his parents in heaven are protecting him?

It can't be because of that broken jade pendant around her neck, right? Hahaha...

Sigh, maybe he just had a nightmare.

This dream felt so real.

The apocalypse has arrived, plunging the world into darkness and despair. Once bustling cities have become zombie playgrounds, ruins and devastation everywhere. The air is thick with the stench of death and decay, a testament to the demise of human civilization.

Even more chilling is that those who should have died have "resurrected" in another terrifying way. Their faces are hideous, their bodies twisted and rotting, and they have transformed into zombies that eat living people, frantically hunting down and devouring other living humans.

The images of zombies and the nauseatingly bloody scenes kept flashing through his mind. Those bloody and cruel scenes, the deep-seated fear lingered in his heart for a long time.

Unable to sleep anyway, Zhou Yang got up, turned on his computer, and wrote down all the major events that had happened in his mind up to his death in the apocalypse.

Whether it's a dream or reality, write it down first. If it's real, he can take precautions.

However, the answer will soon be revealed.

He clearly remembered that in his dream, on Qingming Festival, which was today, a shocking thing happened in S City.

An elderly woman in her sixties, widowed and alone, sought justice for her deceased family members. At 7 a.m. that day, she went to the doorstep of the wealthy young man who had run over and killed her son and his family of three, but had made a driver take the blame and ended up getting away with nothing after paying only a few hundred thousand yuan in compensation. She then set herself on fire and died.

Within an hour of the incident, it made headlines on social news and major websites, attracting widespread attention and forcing the authorities to reopen the case. This ultimately led to the wealthy heir being sentenced to 10 years in prison. But the four members of the family who died can never be brought back.

Before I knew it, I had written until dawn, producing a document that was more than ten pages long.

After typing out the last paragraph about his tragic death with a sigh, and saving the document, he realized that it was already bright outside.

Zhou Yang copied the document to his phone, then rubbed his stiff neck, stretched, and got up.

Touching her empty stomach, Zhou Yang washed up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat and make breakfast.

Stepping into the kitchen, Zhou Yang was momentarily dazed upon seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar kitchen utensils.

These were things that should be extremely familiar, yet it felt like they hadn't been used for many years. Just like him in my memory, he hadn't touched kitchen utensils for over three years...

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Zhou Yang opened the refrigerator and first took out a piece of toast to fill her stomach. After looking at the ingredients inside, she took out two eggs, two tomatoes, and a bunch of greens, and then took out a small packet of noodles from the cupboard.

He plans to make tomato and egg noodles.

Since his parents passed away unexpectedly when he was 17, he has gradually learned to do housework on his own, and is now quite skilled at washing clothes and cooking.

Although several relatives offered to adopt him, he refused them all. They weren't even close to him, so their reasons for wanting to adopt him were obvious. Besides, he was only a year away from adulthood, so there was really no need for them.

First, make the tomato and egg sauce. Then, cook the noodles. Once the noodles are cooked, take them out and rinse them with cold water. Then, pour the tomato and egg sauce over them and sprinkle with chopped green onions.

A steaming bowl of tomato and egg noodles is ready.

As soon as the noodles were served and Zhou Yang sat down, he couldn't resist taking a big bite. The hot noodles warmed his stomach instantly.

Perhaps influenced by the hunger in his dream, he couldn't help but wolf down his food, finishing a large bowl of noodles in just a few minutes.

But I still wasn't satisfied, so I made another bowl of noodles. This time I kept it simple and used the scallion oil sauce I had on hand to make scallion oil noodles. I finished it in just a few big bites.

I'm finally full.