How should I put it…
Gu Yao actually wanted to comfort Chu Muge, to tell her it wasn’t a big deal.
She watched as Chu Muge meticulously examined her neck, her expressionless face betraying her fear of something terrible happening. Gu Yao found it both amusing and endearing.
Chu Muge's face darkened, her eyes slightly red, like a child who accidentally broke his favorite toy - completely dejected.
“Senior… I’m sorry.”
She apologized softly to a walking corpse, like a cat cautiously testing its owner’s mood after a misstep.
Gu Yao couldn’t speak, so she just stared at Chu Muge with her grayish eyes. She could try roaring, but that would be both stupid and weird.
She didn’t really want Chu Muge to know she had her sanity. Chu Muge’s mental state didn’t seem great, and truthfully, she had always treated Gu Yao like a giant Barbie doll.
Imagine opening your heart and sharing secrets with a mindless doll, only for it to suddenly gain consciousness. Would you trust it completely and become friends, or eliminate it out of distrust?
Given Chu Muge’s earlier crazed behavior, Gu Yao figured her chances of survival were slim.
Chu Muge puffed her cheeks, her fingers gently brushing Gu Yao’s neck. Seeing no real damage, she slowly stood up, looking relieved as she looked at Gu Yao sitting on the edge of the bed.
Fortunately, there was no irreversible damage, or Chu Muge might have cried.
“Sleep.”
She said, losing the interest to talk to herself in Gu Yao’s presence. She turned off the light, hugged Gu Yao’s body, and curled up in her embrace, closing her eyes.
The rain continued to pour, even more intensely.
Raindrops, driven by the wind, pounded against the trembling window, making eerie howling sounds.
Time moved on in the darkness. Gu Yao could feel Chu Muge’s head gently nuzzling her chest, the movements small, as if Chu Muge was treating her like a human-shaped comfort object. Eventually, Chu Muge stopped moving, nestled in her arms.
Chu Muge was asleep.
Her breathing was calm, and peaceful.
Chu Muge had never slept so soundly before. Even before the apocalypse, whenever she closed her eyes in the dark, she would suddenly wake up, drenched in cold sweat, sitting up alone and gasping for breath.
Ironically, in this perilous world, she had found someone who could give her a sense of security, even though that someone was a zombie that could potentially harm her at any moment.
Unlike Chu Muge’s current peace, Gu Yao felt rather uneasy.
Hmm… It had been mentioned before that in a life-or-death moment, she had inexplicably felt her brain twitch and sent out a brainwave.
That brainwave was like a taxi request, picked up by a dedicated driver who was now on the way.
Gu Yao: ...
This is too scary. I hope it's not true.
Zombies don't need sleep, but they can zone out. Whenever Gu Yao zoned out, time would pass quickly.
Except this time.
The longer she waited, the stronger the unease in Gu Yao's heart grew, as if a GPS system had appeared in her mind, showing her own red dot and the driver's red dot.
The other red dot seemed to be getting closer.
Closer...
Closer.
Gu Yao's anxiety peaked, and in a daze, she thought she heard the faint sound of a whale call outside.
Her gray eyes shifted.
Oh crap, it might actually be real!
Gu Yao was quite cowardly. She had heard this whale sound before. Wasn’t it that brute fatty she saw earlier? It looked so ferocious. No way could she fight it, no way, no way...
What should she do if she couldn't fight it? Wake up the cavalry, of course!
A broken sound escaped her throat, an attempt to speak that turned into a meaningless growl due to her lost ability to articulate.
Chu Muge was very sensitive. The moment Gu Yao made a sound, she snapped her eyes open, alertly scanning the surroundings. When she saw Gu Yao, confusion and weariness replaced her vigilance. She blinked, "Senior...?"
Click.
She turned on the bedside lamp, looking closely at Gu Yao, puzzled, "You"
Chu Muge's words were interrupted by the increasingly distinct whale sound outside.
The sound mingled with the rain, instinctively making Chu Muge straighten up, her drowsiness fading.
Chu Muge walked to the bedroom window, drew back the curtain, and looked down at the street outside.
Through the misty rain, the massive figure blurred into a dark mass, blending with the shadows of the abandoned vehicles around it. It was slowly approaching their apartment.
Chu Muge clicked her tongue lightly, quickly drawing the curtains, her face expressionless as she returned to the bed.
The rain continued to fall, mingling with the approaching mutant's calls. Chu Muge felt her heartbeat quicken slightly, furrowing her brow.
...Why is it coming here? How did it find us?
The plan had to be moved up. Chu Muge glanced at Gu Yao on the bed, smiling, "Senior, you just sleep peacefully."
Gu Yao: ...
Girl, let's not worry about whether a zombie can sleep or not, but how can I sleep like this? qwq
Chu Muge picked up her long knife and left the room.
The gas canister was in the second-floor storage room. Chu Muge expressionlessly took it out, stabbed a hole in it with her knife, and then moved to the second-floor stairs, waiting quietly for the uninvited guest.
The gas canister needed to be sealed, or it could explode.
The hallway lights were off. In the dim light, Chu Muge sat on the stairs and yawned, covering her mouth with the long sleeve of her hand, her eyes tearing up slightly.
So sleepy...
One second, two seconds...
At some point, she heard the sound of the outer iron gate being smashed open.
A creaking wail, the intruder's strength was immense. In an instant, the iron gate was broken through, reaching the final barrier.
Chu Muge watched expressionlessly as the flimsy wooden door was punched through, splinters flying. A wrinkled, chubby arm slowly retracted, followed by a cloudy gray eye peeking through the hole, looking at Chu Muge on the stairs, emitting a low laugh.
The next second, the wooden door was violently torn apart. The massive body tried to enter but couldn't fit through the threshold, the fat piling up outside. It struggled madly, emitting eerie sounds that sent chills down one's spine.
Perhaps because of the rain, its swinging arms glistened slightly, but the grotesque patterns on its skin made it exceptionally unpleasant.
Chu Muge watched as it squeezed in bit by bit, while the door frame began to deform. She calmly stood up and walked to the top of the stairs.
"Come on."
She said.
As soon as she finished speaking, the wall cracked slightly, the doorway unrecognizable. Wet, giant footprints marked the dry floor, and the mutant, with its gaping maw, charged straight at Chu Muge on the second floor.
It moved swiftly down the corridor, its fat seeming like mere decoration, not hindering its momentum at all.
It resembled a rampaging meatball or a savage wild boar, exuding brutality and madness.
It looked ravenous, and without a doubt, if it caught Chu Muge, the first thing it would do was bite off her head.
Chu Muge picked up the gas canister, pouring the pungent gasoline onto the mutant's smooth, fat skin as it started climbing the stairs.
One last step.
Chu Muge calmly took out a matchbox. Just as she was about to strike a match, she noticed the mutant stopped climbing and instead opened its toothy maw, silently aiming at her.
...Huh?
Chu Muge frowned, seeing something writhing in the dark mouth. Her pupils shrank, and she instinctively dodged.
Splat.
A long tongue shot out from its mouth, the tip aimed straight at Chu Muge's forehead. Luckily, she dodged in time, but a gash appeared on her cheek, and her hand trembled, dropping the matchbox.
Ah.
She looked down at the matchbox tumbling down the stairs, spilling matches everywhere, and took a deep breath.
Chu Muge: OvO
I am fucked.