Chapter 28

Mo Yuwan was woken up right on time by her alarm.

Her physical abilities had improved so much that she needed far less sleep—just a few hours and she felt completely recharged, not the least bit tired.

She figured this was related to the system’s physical enhancement. It probably didn’t just boost her strength, but improved her overall constitution.

After all, “constitution” was a broad term.

Mo Yuwan picked up her phone from beside her pillow and, after a moment’s thought, opened WeChat first.

Because she was reborn, she’d deliberately avoided contacting people from her past. The situation was different now.

Some people she’d once been close to had lost contact in her previous life—she had no idea what had become of them.

But there was one person she’d run into years later in the apocalypse.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Mo Yuwan’s eyes.

She said nothing, just quietly browsed her Moments feed.

As expected, the situation was much the same as in her previous life—people were still posting apocalypse videos.

There were videos shot from upstairs of people biting each other, and scenes of zombies wandering below.

Mo Yuwan watched each video, not liking or commenting, just scrolling through.

From their captions, it was clear that none of them realized how serious things were. There was no sense of crisis at all.

[Is the apocalypse really coming? (cry-laugh emoji)]

[I’m surrounded (shivering emoji)]

[Wow, seeing this first thing in the morning… does anyone know what’s going on? (dazed emoji)]

[Is my neighborhood being used to film a zombie movie?? (question emoji)]

[No way? This is happening everywhere? Is it a rabies outbreak?]

[Shocking. What are the authorities doing? Is anyone handling this? I’m too scared to go to work! My boss’s phone won’t even connect, so annoying!]

[The authorities just issued a notice telling everyone not to go out. What’s going on? Is the apocalypse really happening?]

In this age of entertainment, even when something like this happened right in front of them, people still treated it like a joke or just another “rabies” outbreak.

By the time they realized the truth, it would be too late.

She glanced at the latest post, exited WeChat, and noticed a few private messages. She didn’t check them, but instead opened Douyin.

There were no trending topics about the apocalypse—just like in her previous life.

This time, Mo Yuwan knew: someone was suppressing the news.

If the truth got out before they understood what was happening, it would cause mass panic. It might not sound like much, but the consequences would be severe.

From their perspective, suppressing the news was the right move.

Even though there were no videos trending, the comments were full of discussion, with people confirming that the outbreak was nationwide.

After a while, some people started to realize something was wrong. The bolder and smarter ones went to supermarkets and convenience stores to stock up, while others still treated it as a spectacle.

Mo Yuwan recalled:

At most, in three days, all official support would be cut off. In a week, human order would collapse. And in a month…

Her gaze turned cold.
She finally saw an official notice.

It was the same as the one circulating on WeChat: a special infectious disease had been discovered, mainly spread by biting. People were advised not to go out, and a vaccine was being developed. If you encountered one, you were encouraged to fight back—no legal consequences.

She had to admit, the response was fast.

Just last night, she’d been chased by the police for killing zombies and had to hide herself. Clearly, they wouldn’t care about that now.

Mo Yuwan got out of bed, patted Da Huang’s head, got dressed, and went to call her mom.

Mo Siying was also checking her phone for updates. She only put it down when her daughter came in.

Mo Yuwan didn’t waste words.

“Mom, suit up. I’m taking you out to kill zombies and get some practice. This is the best opportunity—we need to grow stronger, fast.”

Mo Siying still had some trauma from yesterday, but she knew her daughter was right. She didn’t refuse, just took out her clothes from her space.

“Okay, I’ll be ready in a minute.”

Soon, Mo Yuwan led her mom and Da Huang out the door.

Their home was in a remote area—there was nothing around, not even zombies.

Mo Yuwan didn’t drive, since vehicles would be precious later. Instead, they walked along the road toward the city.

At the end of the road was a cement factory, but otherwise, it was deserted—no people, no zombies.

The mother and daughter walked a long way before finally seeing zombies.

But there weren’t just one—there were four.

There’d been a car pileup: three cars had crashed together.

Three zombies were wandering around the wreck, one badly damaged as if hit by a car, and two with holes in their stomachs, intestines hanging out.

Mo Yuwan: …

You three are really a trio—each one uglier than the last.

She couldn’t help but complain inwardly.

She glanced at the cars. Someone inside one of them had locked the doors and windows tight, and the three zombies were circling that car—clearly, there was a survivor inside.

She led her mom to hide behind a tree, but the zombies seemed to catch the scent of living people and started sniffing the air, losing interest in the car.

Taking the opportunity, Mo Yuwan explained,

“Mom, these things find people by sound and smell. They can’t see.”

She didn’t say more, just handed her mom a kitchen knife.

“You go—kill one. I’ll be right behind you.”

Mo Siying, who’d been very reluctant to kill zombies, looked at the knife, then at her daughter, gritted her teeth, and stepped out. The three zombies immediately noticed her, turning their gray-white eyes her way.

Facing those three pairs of eyes, Mo Siying straightened her back, nerves taut.

Thanks to Yiduan0004 and Yongnian for your support! 3Q3Q! Wishing you both a Merry Christmas Eve! And Merry Christmas Eve to everyone!

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