Rebirth in the Apocalypse: My Ex-Girlfriend's Guide to Winning Me Over

After fixing the windows, the two people and the dog listened to the howling wind outside and went downstairs.

As Zuo You passed the 16th floor, she saw the charred headless zombie on the stairs, and her face darkened.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the zombie by the leg, dragged it to the door of number 1602, and threw it down.

She was clearing zombies from the stairwell and hallway to make it easier for herself to walk, but she had no obligation to clean up her neighbors' trash.

Hygiene is an issue that we should all work together to maintain.

Sensing something, she turned her head to look at Lin Ling and said:

"Xiaoling, there's a zombie in the corridor on the 15th floor. Go and deal with it. Erdan, you come with me and protect her."

Lin Ling nodded, her face slightly pale, and mentally encouraged herself, "Come on, you can definitely do it."

Holding a large axe in both hands, he bit his lower lip hard and quietly followed Erdan downstairs, cautiously approaching the zombie.

The zombie, smelling the scent of a living person, swung its sharp claws at Lin Ling. She mustered all her strength, raised her axe blade high, and slashed off the dark, sharp claws. She then quickly raised the axe and continued to chop at the zombie's neck.

With one axe blow, two blows, and on the third blow, the neck was severed. With a hoarse roar, the zombie's head fell to the ground with a "thud."

She didn't care about the rotting flesh on her body, the brain matter all over her face, or the blood in her mouth.

He squatted on the ground, panting heavily.

His hand holding the fire axe trembled slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Zuo You followed behind, comforting him, "You've made progress; at least you didn't throw up today."

Using my mental energy to perceive my surroundings, I saw a few zombies on the stairs and in the corridor, but they showed no signs of emotion.

It was her own decision to deal with the zombies in the building.

The neighbors have their own way of letting the zombies out of their homes; that's their own skill.

Zuo You only directed Gouzi and Lin Ling to kill.

After disposing of the body, they dumped it back at the neighbor's doorstep.

As for whether it was lost or not, I don't know. Anyway, just follow the principle of proximity and don't block her way.

When she saw another body on the stairs, she darkened her face and ordered the dog to drag the body back to someone else's doorstep.

They have absolutely no manners; they just keep throwing trash into public areas.

The nauseating stench of rotting corpses in the air was quite strong. With the rain and dampness, the bodies would decompose quickly, and the smell would be pungent enough to drive anyone mad.

The two brought the dog to the eighth floor, and Lin Ling knocked on the door of room 802.

"Hello, Sister Chen, I'm here to deal with the zombies."

A sound of someone moving around and changing things came from inside. After fiddling around for a while, the door was finally opened.

"You are finally here."

When Sister Chen, who was about 30 years old, saw them as if they were her lifeline, her eyes instantly turned red, and she reached out her hands to grab Zuo You with a mixture of sorrow and joy, but Zuo You dodged her to the side.

Sister Chen awkwardly smoothed her hair.

As everyone entered the house, they heard a series of loud bangs coming from one of the bedrooms. The impact was so strong that the entire door frame was on the verge of collapsing.

Zuo You stepped forward, grasped the doorknob, looked at Lin Ling, and nodded slightly towards the inside. "Come here."

Lin Ling took a deep breath and nodded firmly.

Zuo You nodded slightly, quickly opened the door, pushed it inside, took two steps back, and handed the battlefield over to her.

A male zombie in his thirties rushed out of the bedroom, wearing a navy blue plaid pajama. His facial features were unusually uncorrupted, and his skin was unevenly grayish-blue.

Lin Ling sidestepped and swung her axe at the zombie's shoulder. She then bent down to avoid the claws that came flying at her, kicked the zombie in the waist, and used the momentum to pull out the fire axe. With a flash of cold light, she swiftly and ruthlessly chopped off the zombie's head with two consecutive blows to the back of its neck.

"Ah, ah... Go away, go away..."

Standing in the corner, Sister Chen saw the head that had rolled down to her feet and was still snapping shut. Terrified, she stomped her feet and screamed repeatedly.

Zuo You unleashed an ice blade strike, piercing the zombie's head. She turned to look at Lin Ling and said calmly:

"You're not strong enough; an axe isn't suitable for you. It's too time-consuming and laborious. Try a different weapon."

Lin Ling nodded. She felt much stronger these past two days, but even so, chopping off a neck with two axe blows was her current limit.

Perhaps we could try a machete or a broadsword; she has both ready. We can ask Sister Xiaoyou to teach us a few moves then.

Sister Chen collapsed to the ground, trembling like a leaf, her mouth agape in fear, unable to utter a sound, only tears streaming down her face, drop by drop.

This is her husband. The night before last, the two of them were still whispering sweet nothings in bed, dreaming about their wonderful future together.

Yesterday morning, Sister Chen got up to prepare breakfast and called her husband to get up and eat, only to find that the man's fingernails had become long and sharp, his pupils had turned gray, and he was making strange "hoho" sounds.

She was horrified and instinctively closed the bedroom door, thus escaping a terrible ordeal.

I used to laugh at the doomsday prophecies online with my colleagues, thinking they were nonsense.

The facts are now staring us in the face: the apocalypse has truly arrived! My husband has turned into a zombie.

She went to the 19th floor yesterday and believed what Zuo You and Lin Ling said.

She actively sought help because she knew that the person locked in the bedroom wasn't her husband, but a man-eating monster.

If the zombies in the house aren't dealt with soon, I won't have many days left to live.

Zuo You glanced at him indifferently and said, "Boss, the bill is ready."

This Ms. Chen is clear-headed; she knows to cut to the chase quickly. If she can't solve the problem herself, she knows to pay someone to help.

Instead of immediately lecturing you on grand principles and flattering you.

In the early days of the apocalypse, many people were unwilling to believe that their relatives had become zombies, clinging to wishful thinking that they were just sick and confining them to their homes.

Ultimately, they were eaten alive by their own relatives.

Some people, even knowing that their relatives have turned into zombies, still willingly cut off their own flesh to feed them, hoping that these beloved people can continue to live.

Human emotions are extremely complex; some people will stop at nothing to survive, even to the point of being utterly immoral.

Similarly, some people are willing to fall into the abyss in order to prolong the life of their loved ones.

The apocalypse is like an experimental field testing human nature, where the topic of "survival" is constantly being debated.

But none of this matters to Zuo You. She just wants to live more freely and not live like a walking corpse like she did in her previous life.

If I have to face death someday, I hope it will be a quick and painless one.

She had just observed that the zombies' strength, sense of smell, and hearing had improved significantly compared to yesterday, and it was very likely that they would evolve in less than seven days.

This means that she has to go out and clear out zombies during the polar night.

Sister Chen wiped her face haphazardly with both hands, and tried to get up by supporting herself against the wall, but her weak legs just wouldn't give her any strength.