Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

Wen Ying returned to the bedroom, and as soon as she lay down on the bed, she was curled up and pulled into Zhou Yuxing's arms. Zhou Yuxing then kept talking to her.

This time he didn't tell his own story. After all, he hadn't done anything in the days since he woke up. His daily routine consisted of contemplating philosophical questions and following Wen Ying around.

Wen Ying felt that talking about work while lying in bed would bring bad luck home, so she skipped the tedious chores at the Supernatural Abilities Bureau and chose to talk about things related to her life.

For example, the cats downstairs. Wen Ying had bought them cat beds before winter arrived, but because of their gorgeous appearance and eye-catching design, they were quickly picked up and sold for money.

She bought two more, specifically choosing more understated colors, but the cat beds disappeared again the next day.

“Even the cardboard box I made myself in a fit of anger was taken away. I found it hard to believe. Although the housing prices in this residential area are not particularly high, if someone is so poor that they have to scavenge for a living, I would have helped them a long time ago.”

As Wen Ying spoke, she realized that she was still talking about work, so she stopped hesitantly.

Zhou Yuxing kissed her on the forehead, seemingly oblivious to the difference between recounting these mundane events and whispering sweet nothings, and asked, "And then?"

Later, Wen Ying reviewed the surveillance footage and discovered that the same person had taken the cat beds: an elderly woman with white hair and a hunched back, whose legs were dangling.

She appeared late at night, carrying a cane with her, but she didn't put it at her feet. Instead, she held it shakily above her head and looked left and right as she walked.

It wasn't just cat beds that were picked up on that road; she picked up almost anything: broken vases, empty gift boxes, all sorts of plastic bags, pieces of wood, and even used disposable takeout bowls.

The concepts of "trash" and "treasure" seem to be nonexistent in her mind.

“I found her family and asked if they had encountered any difficulties. After hearing what had happened, they were also very surprised because they had never seen the old lady leave her bedroom. They thought she had forgotten herself and the outside world.”

He was an elderly man suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

Her official onset date was in 2030, just as the New Year was approaching. "FOM" suddenly appeared, and the divine gift carried humanity to the other side of the world. However, she lost her name and was left behind in the old era along with her memories.

Therefore, despite the beautiful scenery and pleasant atmosphere outside, the information entering her mind was still fraught with danger.

Surrounded by zombies, she dared not open the door or move around freely. She held her cane high above her head not because her muddled mind had forgotten its true purpose, but to guard against the dangers lurking in the darkness.

As for the trash she picked up and hid under the bed—

“Her perception is stuck in 2030, so in her eyes, those things are all valuable. When the disaster struck, she was abandoned in the house as a burden and stayed alone for more than half a year before being rescued. No one knows how she spent that time... And later, her children took her back for inheritance rights.”

Wen Ying lowered her voice, “There are many people like her who have been abandoned, the elderly, the weak, the sick and disabled, women and children… These are the people that people say they want to protect, but in the face of absolute interests, they are only seen as a burden. No one has taught the elderly how to survive in the apocalypse, just as no one has taught them how to use a smartphone.”

Zhou Yuxing sensed that something was wrong with the person next to him. He gently rubbed the top of her head, trying to dig out a few profound words of comfort from his meager brain. Suddenly, Wen Ying hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest.

Zhou Yuxing's first reaction was to wipe away his tears, but Wen Ying didn't cry; her voice was just a little muffled.

"But you've never been that kind of person."

Zhou Yuxing's movements stopped abruptly. He lowered his eyes and heard her continue, "You... no, it's us."

“We once created a glittering world from the ruins.”

Zhou Yuxing had forgotten what happened during that time, but Wen Ying still remembered.

They were still in school when the zombie outbreak occurred. The script gave a timeframe for the apocalypse, but did not specify the number of days or months.

No one is doing the newly issued weekly test papers. Paper scraps are flying everywhere. A group of high school students are fighting zombies with textbooks and chairs. Every now and then, someone gets bitten on the spine and turns into the same walking corpse. Others fall from high-rise buildings in terror and turn into a pool of dried black blood on the road.

Despite being mentally prepared, when she actually faced this day, her body reacted much more strongly than Wen Ying had imagined. It wasn't fear or nausea, but grief.

What wrong have these people done? They are just students. The worst sins they commit are skipping class and talking badly about the teacher. But when their hated teacher turns into a zombie, they will cry and say politely, "I'm sorry, teacher. Goodbye, teacher," while breaking his neck.

If time hadn't been so tight, they might have even buried him in a beautiful, flower-filled spot.

For the first few days, Wen Ying did not stay with Zhou Yuxing. They were not classmates to begin with, and with the school in chaos and all communication devices failing, they naturally lost contact as well.

She and the girls in her class returned to their dormitory, where there was still some instant food. As Wen Ying pondered how to find a new way to retrieve the supplies she had stockpiled outside the school, Zhou Yuxing's head suddenly appeared under the window.

She had no idea how he found her. Zhou Yuxing had never been to the girls' dormitory before, nor did he know exactly where she lived. There were so many dark windows, and opening the wrong blind box would lead to encountering zombies. He didn't know how many wrong answers he had tried before he finally came to her side.

That day, a dozen or so girls went with them to the sports class's designated spot in the cafeteria, where they finally got a hot meal after several days.

"Our team gradually expanded. The cafeteria lady who used to wield a spatula no longer shook when hitting zombies. The gatekeeper who could jump up and take on ten zombies at once when he saw a leave slip. And then there's the head of the teaching department, whose eyesight is an amazing 5.3. We all use him as a human telescope..."

But food was running out, and this couldn't go on. They decided to send out two teams: one to search for supplies around the school and the other to go further afield. The rest of them stayed put and remained in place.

Everything went smoothly. Wen Ying arrived at her rented apartment, and Zhou Yuxing retrieved the Tang sword that was supposedly a family heirloom. The advance team returned to the school with weapons and supplies, but instead of their old companions, they were greeted by a group of uninvited guests.

The apocalypse has only just begun; the zombies have not yet fully invaded humanity, yet this group has already broken the shackles of morality and started a killing spree.

That was the first hurdle they had encountered. The other party was far more cruel and cold-blooded than they had imagined. In comparison, the astonishment in Wen Ying's eyes could only be mocked as an unnecessary display of compassion.