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

Zombies roam freely in the city's streets and alleys, their twisted figures and hideous faces sending chills down one's spine.

People fled in panic as they were chased by zombies, screams and shouts filling every corner. The once bustling city had now become a wasteland and a sea of ​​blood.

The official rescue notice stood out among the numerous announcements, informing the public that rescue teams were being organized and were en route, and providing detailed reminders of a series of precautions:

Try to find a sturdy and hidden place to take shelter, such as a basement or a storage room in a large shopping mall;

Keep quiet and avoid making noise that might attract zombies;

Stockpile enough food, water, and medicine to sustain life;

If you unfortunately encounter zombies, do not confront them head-on. Use nearby objects for defense and look for opportunities to escape.

Shen Ying looked at this information and felt a mix of emotions.

Shen Ying slowly got up and walked unsteadily toward the window. Every step felt like walking on cotton, her legs still feeling weak from the high fever.

She reached out and grabbed the windowsill for support, then looked out the window.

This place faces the main gate of the research institute, and what comes into view is a scene of deathly silence and chaos.

Several security personnel who were originally responsible for security have now turned into mutated zombies and are wandering around the gate.

Their bodies were twisted and deformed, their security uniforms were torn to shreds, revealing bluish-gray skin covered with blue veins.

Those empty, lifeless eyes stared straight ahead, and he occasionally let out a low growl. His footsteps were dragging and disordered, and sometimes they would make a chilling "creak" sound as they collided with each other.

Looking at this horrific scene, Shen Ying felt a deep sadness and silently turned back to her office to sit down.

Her brows furrowed, her mind racing as she considered her next move.

With zombies roaming outside, venturing out alone would be tantamount to suicide, so she decided to stay here and wait for rescue.

However, Ming Xiaoxiao is still missing, and she has not received any information about the bitten colleague, so she must not give up the search.

A determined glint flashed in her eyes as she thought of this.

Then, Zhang Wei's image involuntarily appeared in her mind.

The person who gave her steamed buns not long ago and led her into the research center has now turned into a zombie.

What puzzled her even more was why Zhang Wei, after his mutation, would save her? This completely contradicted her understanding of zombies.

She was filled with doubt, her eyes revealing deep confusion, while at the same time feeling immense regret for Zhang Wei's plight.

These once vibrant lives have been ruthlessly distorted by the virus. Is there any possibility of reversing this in the future? Shen Ying thought with deep worry.

I wonder if he'll have the chance to use the vaccine when Ming Xiaoxiao develops it.

Shen Ying stayed quietly in the office, and time passed by unnoticed; two days had already gone by.

Although she wasn't from this world, she was trying her best to adapt to this little world.

She neatly piled up the snacks in the office, which became her "energy replenishment station" for the past two days.

At mealtimes, she would pick out a few snacks and enjoy them leisurely, whether sitting or standing.

Sometimes it's a piece of chocolate, its rich sweetness spreading on the tip of her tongue, making her close her eyes and savor it slowly;

Sometimes it was a bag of potato chips; the "crunch crunch" sound echoed in the quiet office, adding a touch of liveliness to her.

Although she was alone, she was not completely consumed by loneliness.

She would recall the beautiful things in her world: a scene of family and friends sitting together and laughing under a clear blue sky;

Or perhaps you're strolling along familiar streets, feeling the gentle breeze caressing your face. These memories, like twinkling starlight, dispel some of the gloom of loneliness.

Of course, fear will occasionally surface.

When she hears any unusual noises outside the door, her heart skips a beat.

However, Shen Ying quickly adjusted her mindset. She took a deep breath, clenched her fists to encourage herself, and then cautiously approached the door, peering out through the crack.

Once she's sure there's no danger, she'll give a relieved smile and turn around to continue enjoying this rare "alone time."

In this unfamiliar office, she is spending every minute and second in her own way, optimistically and resolutely.

As Shen Ying was curled up in the corner of the office, lost in her own thoughts, a sudden knock on the door abruptly broke the silence.

Her body tensed instantly, and her heart began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

Fear surged through me like a tide; after all, in this zombie-infested world, every unknown sound could mean impending danger.

But deep within that fear, a glimmer of hope was quietly sprouting, like a faint light flickering in the darkness. Perhaps it was rescuers? Or someone who knew Ming Xiaoxiao's whereabouts?

She stood there for a long time, torn between two conflicting emotions.

In the end, that glimmer of hope prevailed, and she slowly stood up, her legs trembling slightly from nervousness.

She tiptoed toward the door, each step seeming to require all her strength, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.

When her hand touched the doorknob, she paused for a few seconds, as if gathering her last bit of courage.

Then, she gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

There were no dangerous people or zombies outside the door as expected. What came into view was a large package on the ground, and from the opening, you could see that it was full of snacks.

Shen Ying's eyes widened instantly, her first thought being that someone had been here.

A surge of excitement welled up in her heart, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Without a second thought, she strode out, her head rapidly turning left and right, her eyes anxiously searching for any sign of people around her.

However, the corridor was empty and silent, without a single person in sight. Her brows furrowed, filled with doubt and bewilderment.

After standing there for a moment, she reluctantly bent down, picked up the bag of snacks, and slowly retreated back into the office. Then she gently closed the door and carefully locked it to prevent any potential danger from sneaking in.

Shen Ying placed the bag of snacks on her desk, staring intently at it with a look of doubt and contemplation in her eyes.

She paced slowly around the table, her mind a jumbled mess, unable to make sense of it all.

The appearance of this bag of snacks is too strange. In this world where zombies roam and everyone is in danger, it is like an untimely puzzle.

Who left it? Was it a well-intentioned rescue, or a trap with ulterior motives?

Could it be that some kind-hearted survivor, while struggling to survive, did not forget to help others?

Shen Ying gently bit her lower lip, her fingers unconsciously tapping on the table, trying to find some clues from the bag of snacks, even the slightest hint, so that she could find her way in this foggy predicament and unravel the mystery in her heart.

But the bag of snacks just stayed there quietly, silently guarding its secret.