Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

A sharp, piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the research center, its sound like a razor-sharp blade, instantly shattering the previously oppressive atmosphere.

The vibrations echoed back and forth between the empty corridors and the enclosed laboratories, making one's eardrums ache. The sharp whistling sound was like countless steel needles piercing the brain, making one feel irritable and agitated.

At the same time, the various instruments in the laboratory were also disturbed by the sudden alarm, emitting a series of "beep" and "buzz" sounds, as if playing the prelude to this apocalypse.

Shen Ying's already extremely tense nerves nearly collapsed under the double impact of the alarm and the chaotic noise of the instruments.

Her heart sank as if she had fallen into an endless ice cellar. She knew clearly that an extremely dangerous moment had arrived, a terrifying threat that could devour all life.

Stimulated by the alarm, the zombies seemed to be injected with endless madness, their already ferocious faces becoming even more distorted.

Beneath its bluish-gray skin, veins writhed like earthworms, its mouth gaped open, emitting a putrid stench, and sharp fangs were covered in wisps of slime. It roamed about menacingly, each step a chilling drag and a heavy, sluggish movement.

The once tranquil and orderly laboratory was a sacred place for scientific exploration, with spotless white walls and various precision instruments neatly arranged on the experimental table.

The tables and chairs were arranged neatly, and sunlight streamed through the bright windows onto the gleaming tabletops. Only the slight hum of the instruments seemed to speak of the rigorous academic atmosphere here.

But now, all of that has been destroyed by that terrible virus.

Those who were unfortunately infected initially only trembled slightly, and their eyes flashed with confusion and pain, as if an evil force was raging within their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, their skin began to darken at a visible speed, and their veins suddenly appeared and gradually turned bluish-black, as if they were being entangled by the tentacles of a demon.

A low gurgling sound came from his throat, as if something was churning in his stomach, and then he began to vomit uncontrollably, the vomit emitting a nauseating stench.

They gradually lost their reason, frantically scratching their bodies, tearing their clothes, leaving shocking streaks of blood.

The fingers begin to deform, the nails grow long and sharp, becoming weapons that can hurt people.

Normal teeth gradually grow and twist, eventually forming sharp fangs, and foul-smelling mucus constantly flows from the mouth.

And so, they went from vibrant lives to utterly dehumanized beings, unleashing a bloody disaster in this once hopeful laboratory.

Wherever they went, tables and chairs were ruthlessly overturned, and the sounds of crashing and banging were incessant. Even the originally sturdy experimental tables were knocked askew.

Those expensive and sophisticated instruments were swept aside by the zombies, and the crackling sound of shattering glassware instantly filled the entire space. Chemical reagents spilled all over the floor, mixing with the broken glass shards, and a pungent smell permeated the air.

Documents and files fell like snowflakes, trampled under the feet of zombies.

The once pristine floor is now covered in stains and messy work logs, a complete mess. The laboratory, once full of wisdom and hope, has been utterly transformed into a terrifying hellish battlefield.

Shen Ying ran desperately down the narrow corridor. The overhead lights flickered because the power system had been damaged by the zombies. The flickering light cast eerie shadows on the walls, as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows.

The walls on both sides were covered with display boards showcasing scientific research achievements, but now they swayed precariously in the wind stirred up by her running past, making creaking sounds as if accompanying this apocalyptic scene.

Her hair was already a mess, with a few strands soaked in sweat, clinging tightly to her cheeks and flying wildly with her hurried movements.

Her heart screamed in despair, "Why am I so unlucky! This is a nightmare! I must survive, I must find a way out!"

Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror and panic, as she blindly searched for a way to survive in the darkness.

With each turn, she feared she would crash directly into the arms of zombies, her mind filled with images of their twisted, rotting faces and gaping maws.

Her breathing was rapid and heavy, her chest heaving violently. Each breath felt like a tug-of-war with death. A sweet, metallic taste rose in her throat, but she couldn't care less and could only mechanically move her legs.

Her feet kept stomping on the ground, the "thump thump thump" of her footsteps echoing in the corridor.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent and terrifying environment; she even felt that the sound would draw all the zombies to her side.

But she had no strength left to control herself, and could only grit her teeth and continue running, praying for a glimmer of hope, for a safe haven or a path to freedom.

In her frantic escape, she bumped into Zhang Wei at a corner.

He still had that striking white hair, but his once fair skin now had a strange bluish-gray tinge, and his blue eyes had become lifeless and dull, no longer displaying their former liveliness and depth.

Startled, Shen Ying stumbled backward at the corner, her steps frantic.

Zhang Wei let out a low growl and pounced on Shen Ying without hesitation. His ferocity made Shen Ying feel like she was about to be devoured.

Shen Ying was terrified and turned to run, but she was devastated to find that there were also zombies slowly approaching from behind.

They bared their teeth and claws, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

Shen Ying was filled with despair, thinking that she was doomed. Not only would she die here, but she would also become a disgusting zombie after death. Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but redden, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Just as she closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate, she suddenly felt a swift gust of wind brush past her ear, carrying a powerful force.

She opened her eyes in astonishment; in that instant, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

Zhang Wei appeared like a fleeting bolt of cold lightning, his figure flickering in the dim environment, his arms moving rapidly, creating a sharp gust of wind.

His arms flashed through the air, leaving afterimages, his movements incredibly agile. Each swing was accompanied by the tension and release of his muscles, the power seemingly capable of tearing through the air and striking any approaching zombies.

With a dull thud, the zombie was struck by the powerful force and its body flew backward uncontrollably.

After being hit, the zombie let out a painful howl from its throat. The sound was like a broken bellows being violently pulled, sharp and hoarse, echoing in the empty corridor, sending chills down one's spine.

Its feet slid frantically across the ground, trying to steady itself, but it still stumbled and fell heavily to the side, raising a cloud of dust.

Its body collided with the wall during the fall, making a dull thud, and several pieces of wall plaster fell off and scattered on the ground.

Shen Ying stood there, stunned, watching the scene unfold. Her mind went blank for a moment, filled with disbelief and confusion.