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

But she quickly regained her senses. Reason, like a sharp blade, instantly pierced through the fog of fear. She knew this was a rare chance to escape, so she didn't hesitate for a moment and turned to continue running.

At this moment, within this vast and intricate research center, she was like a headless fly, lost and panicked, frantically running around, each step accompanied by unknown dangers and fears.

The surrounding environment became increasingly unfamiliar and terrifying as they ran around in a panic. The corridor now resembled a maze, with the dim and flickering emergency lights on the walls stretching the surrounding shadows into bizarre shapes, as if hiding countless demons that could pounce at any moment.

She rushed into a laboratory, the pungent smell of chemical reagents mixed with the stench of blood and decay hitting her face, making her want to vomit.

Before she could even catch her breath, she was shocked to discover that there were zombies wandering around inside as well.

Their bodies swayed, their movements slow yet exuding a deadly danger, their empty eyes seeming to come from the abyss of hell.

Shen Ying's heart jumped into her throat instantly. Her body reacted instinctively, and she quickly crouched down and hid under the lab table, curling her whole body into a ball.

He covered his mouth tightly with both hands, his nails digging deep into the skin on both sides of his cheeks, afraid of making the slightest sound. Even his breathing became extremely weak, and only his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

With great difficulty, the zombies slowly left with heavy steps, and she stood up tremblingly. Her legs were trembling from being tense for so long, as if she would collapse at any moment.

She mustered her strength and prepared to rush towards the door. Just then, a zombie suddenly pounced out of the storage room next door, its sharp claws whistling through the air, nearly grabbing her shoulder.

Shen Ying's pupils contracted sharply. In that life-or-death moment, she relied on her body's instincts to sidestep and narrowly escape.

After missing its target, the zombie lunged forward a few steps due to inertia, crashing into a nearby equipment rack. Various glasswares fell to the ground, and the sound of shattering was particularly jarring in the silent laboratory.

Shen Ying didn't care about anything else. She gritted her teeth and ran with all her might towards the depths of the corridor, with the roars of zombies rising and falling behind her.

The sound was like a countdown to death, each thud striking her heart and urging her to keep going, even though her legs felt as heavy as lead. She dared not stop for a moment.

In her frantic run, Shen Ying spotted an office and rushed in as if granted a pardon. With trembling hands, she quickly closed and locked the door.

Leaning against the door, she slowly slid down to the ground, panting heavily, her heart filled with a mixture of relief and lingering fear after surviving the ordeal.

Once her breathing had calmed down a bit, she began to look around the temporary shelter.

This is a small office with a simple layout.

A desk stood by the window, piled high with files and office supplies. The computer screen was still lit, displaying some unfinished research reports.

A filing cabinet stood against the wall, its door half-open, the documents inside scattered haphazardly.

There was a water dispenser in the corner, and some snacks, including cookies, nuts and energy bars, were placed on a small coffee table next to it, obviously for the office owner to replenish his supplies when working overtime.

Shen Ying's eyes were drawn to the snacks and water, and only then did she realize that she was already parched and starving.

She struggled to her feet, dragging her exhausted body to the coffee table. She picked up a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down. The cool water flowed over her parched throat, bringing a touch of comfort.

Then, she tore open a bag of cookies and began to wolf them down, crumbs covering her mouth.

After eating and drinking my fill, a wave of fatigue washed over me.

Shen Ying slumped into her office chair, intending to rest and recover her strength, but unexpectedly a chill suddenly spread from the depths of her bones, followed by a fever and a dizzy head.

She raised her hand to touch her forehead, and the burning sensation made her heart tighten.

"Am I infected? Am I about to turn into a zombie?"

Shen Ying's heart was filled with fear. She looked at her hands and seemed to see the terrible scene of her skin gradually turning blue and her veins starting to bulge.

In this small and quiet office, she endured her physical discomfort and inner torment alone, each passing second feeling like a countdown to her death.

The future was full of unknowns and despair, and she could only helplessly wait for fate to decide her fate. The air around her seemed to become heavy and oppressive because of her fear.

Under extreme anxiety and the onslaught of a high fever, Shen Ying's consciousness gradually sank into a chaotic quagmire.

She remained weakly in this temporary shelter, her body seemingly drained of all strength, every muscle trembling feebly with aching pain.

At that moment, a faint knocking sound, like a delicate thread, drifted into her drowsy mind.

However, her eyelids felt as if they were being pressed down by a thousand-pound boulder. She tried with all her might to open them, but could only tremble slightly, unable to dispel the thick darkness before her.

Her lips moved slightly, trying to make a sound, but only a few barely audible hoarse murmurs escaped her throat.

Finally, an overwhelming drowsiness completely dragged me into a bottomless abyss of sleep, and everything around me returned to silence and darkness.

After she fell asleep, the totem on her chest warmed slightly, and a soft light slowly emanated from the totem, gently enveloping her entire body like a trickle.

The light seemed to have warmth, and also seemed to carry a mysterious power, weaving a fine net of light around her body.

Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed under the soothing light, her skin, which had been burning hot from a high fever, gradually returned to a normal temperature, and her breathing became steady and relaxed.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Ying slowly woke up. The first thing she felt was a sense of refreshment and ease in her body; her high fever had subsided.

Shen Ying slowly woke up, her consciousness returning like a tide. She sat up somewhat blankly, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

A moment later, her thoughts gradually returned, and she was suddenly startled as the fear of being chased by zombies and having a fever flashed through her mind.

She quickly looked down to check her hands and body, and found that her skin still retained its original color without any signs of mutation. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she had not turned into that disgusting zombie.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something important, a glint flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly reached into her pocket and rummaged around. Soon, she found her cell phone.

She gripped her phone tightly and turned on the screen.

The internet was still running, and a deluge of news flooded in instantly.

News reports, social media posts, and short videos all depicted a scene of apocalypse unfolding outside.