Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Wei Xuan looked at his reflection. The mirror in this household’s bathroom was sturdy and hadn’t shattered during the last earthquake, so it showed Wei Xuan’s current appearance perfectly.
Even in the apocalypse, people would still experience various hardships, despite having abundant supplies. Especially since Wei Xuan often had to go out or tinker around in his own community, he was constantly busy finding things to do.
As a result, after enduring a whole winter, Wei Xuan appeared slightly paler compared to before, with a touch of weathering on his face. He had the look of someone who had toiled.
However, fortunately, this weariness only made him look slightly tired, rather than completely worn down by life. He still appeared spirited, particularly in terms of complexion.
Glancing back at himself in the mirror, Wei Xuan sighed helplessly and grabbed his hair, which had grown quite long over the past ten months. The length was self-explanatory.
If it weren’t for the fact that the apocalypse arrived, where there were no hairdressers, Wei Xuan might have gone to get a crew cut. But now…
“In my previous life, there were barbers in the base making a living, but now…” Wei Xuan looked towards the bathroom door where Du Hang was patiently waiting.
When Du Hang saw Wei Xuan’s gaze, he immediately took a step forward and leaned in for a kiss.
This reflexive action often made Wei Xuan feel both amused and exasperated. But since Du Hang was his partner, even if he had some quirks, Wei Xuan would tolerate them. So he had to suppress the quirks he himself had caused. Wei Xuan closed his eyes and savored the gentleness of Du Hang’s lips.
When Wei Xuan and Du Hang walked out of the bathroom, Wei Xuan had roughly tied his hair into a small bun at the back of his head. He wasn’t skilled at styling his hair, and this hairstyle was something he had learned out of necessity in the post-apocalyptic world, back when he couldn’t afford a haircut. But he was even less skilled at cutting his own hair, so he had to make do with this style.
Of course, if the weather became too hot after it warmed up, Wei Xuan might just go downstairs to a barber shop and try giving himself a buzz cut or even shave his head!
But that was only if he couldn’t bear the sweltering heat. After all, whether it was before or after the apocalypse, he still cared about his appearance, especially when his partner was by his side (even though his partner had completely lost his sense of aesthetics).
It’s worth mentioning that Du Hang, the neighboring couple, and the group of zombie bodyguards downstairs were all zombies. After zombies underwent zombification, although they experienced various evolutions and changes, there was one thing that made Wei Xuan envious, their hair didn’t grow! Unless they suffered severe damage, their appearance and hairstyle would remain the same!
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Zbra hbwylfr gfwjlcfv lc atf rjwf rajaf jr atfs kfgf ktfc atfs olgra aegcfv lcab hbwylfr. Ktlr kjr rbwfatlcu atja Qfl Wejc, ktbrf tjlg ugfk ugjvejiis, fcnlfv ugfjais. Yt, jcv cba ab wfcalbc ojmlji tjlg! Lf ralii cffvfv ab rtjnf fnfgs vjs, yea atfrf uesr vlvc’a cffv ab vb jcsatlcu!
Feeling a slight annoyance in his heart, Wei Xuan glanced at Du Hang (he didn’t dare to turn his head and glare at Du Hang, or else who knew how long he would lean in for), and together they went downstairs.
After a “nap,” Wei Xuan was in high spirits, and what was even better was that it was completely bright outside now. Even the rooms on the first floor were brightly lit, allowing him to see everything clearly.
“Come, let’s sort things out!”
Seeing the pile of backpacks, bags, and metal baskets on the floor, Wei Xuan’s enthusiasm soared again.
Last night, after returning home, Wei Xuan untied the rope connecting him and the zombie couple, and they all stumbled back to their living quarters. These items had been left untouched for half the night, and now it seemed that nothing was wrong. The bottles and cans inside were intact as well.
The most significant items he brought back this time were various pickled vegetables, preserved vegetables, fermented bean curd, garlic chives, and other things from a certain brand. There were even quite a few jars of sesame paste. Half of the backpacks that his zombie companions carried, contained such items. They were the most durable, versatile, and weighty supplies.
Next were some delicious chili sauces. These beef sauces, mushroom sauces, and various flavors of chili sauce could be eaten with rice or spread on pancakes, even if there were no vegetables available.
The remaining items in the plastic bags that could be hung on the metal baskets were mostly powdered milk, soy milk powder, and the like.
Apart from these things, Wei Xuan also found a warehouse in the storage street that contained various fabrics. He retrieved many sturdy and durable ones, hanging them below the three zombies’ backpacks…
Now, he immediately sorted and classified them, taking them upstairs and downstairs with Du Hang. They were placed in different rooms designated for storage. In the building where Wei Xuan resided, almost every room was allocated for different purposes. Apart from the refrigerators and freezers, nearly every room stored various types of items.
Of course, besides these rooms, he had several storage areas outside the community. They contained carefully packaged and long-lasting supplies, serving as backup in case something unexpected happened, and the community became uninhabitable.
“At the left intersection, block their retreat with earth-based abilities! Yes, yes, that’s it! Use spikes from the ground, spikes!”
In the urban area, a battle was unfolding at a crossroads. On a building to the southeast of the intersection, a gaunt man with excitement gleaming in his eyes held a telescope, carefully observing the situation at the intersection. Standing beside him were several sturdy and tall zombies, their expressions serious as they watched his every move intently.
Not far behind this group of people and zombies, a zombie girl of about ten years old sat on the ground, wearing a dress that barely resembled its original form. Standing next to her were a male and a female zombie, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement as they looked towards the direction of the man at the window.
“Excellent! Capture a few of them alive, but don’t forget to break their limbs and jaws, just don’t kill them!”
The battle downstairs finally reached its conclusion. Out of the seven vehicles in the convoy, only two managed to escape, while the remaining five vehicles were completely wiped out.
Most of the survivors, except for a few lucky ones, either died from direct zombie bites or from excessive blood loss during the fight. The area around the vehicles was now populated with some limbless zombies, joining the horde.
Several exhausted individuals covered in blood were carried into the building by a few zombies, bringing them into the room where the group of zombies was located.
As they entered the room and saw the eerie zombies, their expressions turned to terror. Two of them caught sight of a man rushing towards them from the window and their eyes filled with fear, they recognized him! They had seen him at the base! He seemed to frequent the mission hall in the base!
A throaty “hehe” sound, resembling a zombie’s roar, but they were unable to utter a coherent word. Two men in the group felt particularly terrified upon seeing the man approaching them from the window.
The reason was simple. In the base, some capable individuals would discriminate against or even bully those who lacked abilities. And this man, with his yellowish complexion, emaciated figure, no abilities, and no backing, clearly fell into the category of those who were discriminated against.
Naturally, they would not have treated him kindly if they encountered him before. But now… what was going on?
“Hehe, hehehe, hahaha…” The man with the yellowish complexion ran over to the group and circled around them, pointing excitedly at two of them as he spoke to the girl zombie, “Your Majesty, these two humans possess great strength, perfect for extracting their blood to drink! Or maybe I can make them into a fresh meat dish for Your Majesty to taste? It wouldn’t hurt to change the menu occasionally!”
“Groan, groan!” Several individuals who had lost all strength and were unable to move their limbs began struggling desperately upon hearing the man’s words.
The man, wearing an obviously abnormal smile, looked towards the little girl in the room. The zombie girl, however, seemed completely oblivious to what he was saying, continuing to play with her building blocks.
But the man nodded vigorously in the girl’s direction. “Alright, Your Majesty, I understand. I’ll prepare it right away…” With that, he retrieved a Western-style kitchen knife from his waist and took slow steps towards the group of people who had been brought in.
One person suddenly rolled their eyes and collapsed, either fainting or dying altogether. The remaining individuals trembled uncontrollably, using every ounce of strength they had to twist and struggle on the ground.
Inside the room, the zombie girl slowly turned her head, looking at the scene unfolding at the entrance, a scene of humans struggling in despair, their flesh and blood being the most delicious…
A person hurriedly rushed out from the Information Department of Base T, holding a tablet in their hand and an anxious expression on their face as they headed towards the office building.
Due to the recent achievements of Base P and Base V in their fight against zombies, which gave hope to other bases that humans could triumph over the undead, there had been frequent meetings held not only in Base T but in major bases across the country to discuss the future development plans.
“Report!”
The person holding the tablet shouted at the entrance of the meeting room, then quickly entered the room without even glancing at the expressions of the leaders present. They hurriedly approached the main seat and handed over the item in their hand to the leader.
“What’s going on?”
The commander’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. As an experienced leader, he was not accustomed to using these devices, so whether it was before or after the apocalypse, he always requested reports and documents to be printed on paper.
“Commander, the bases around Base P have lost contact! All of them!!”
Thanks for the chapter!
Wow, is it zombies or humans?
Thank you for your translation 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛
Yes. They brought this on themselves.
I feel bad for the zombie queen. She will never like humans or be well-socialized with this plague beside her.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME!!!
I feel like Wei Xuan mentioning the storage of food outside of the community is some foreshadowing that something may happen to their home? I hope not! 🤞
Little zombie, can I interest you in some delicious snowflakes instead? What if I said they could help your two parents remember to care for you a bit more?
All you have to do is kacha the maniac.
Well. Some neighbors are just more reliable and less likely to destroy your base. Good luck humans… Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️
I still have hope the zombie girl will bond with Wei Xuan and Du Hang, though it may take some time to correct that bad habit of eating people