Seven Days Before the Apocalypse Chapter 13

All-Seeing Detector—what was that?

The system told me the detector could ignore all obstacles, find optimal routes, and avoid up to 70% of damage.

Basically advanced GPS.

"System, this detector isn't time-limited, right?"

Nothing from this space wasn't a scam. I asked nervously.

After getting the system's confirmation, I quickly opened the All-Seeing Detector.

I found the street full of zombies had turned into dense red dots.

The convenience store was also full of red dots with only a few yellow ones.

But its side storeroom was full of yellow dots.

That meant lots of supplies there.

Perfect—I'd fill up my Level 2 space nicely.

I decided to go around from the south side of the dorm building where there were fewer zombies.

After considerable effort, I reached the south entrance. The yellow dots nearly blinded me.

"Rain Hart, where's Chelsea? Is she alive?" Someone suddenly grabbed my arm.

I turned around, staring at him in shock.

He was covered in blood, looking utterly disheveled.

Ryan Chase... he wasn't dead either!

"Let go of me!" I tried to break free.

"Tell me, where is Chelsea?" He asked again, eyes full of worry.

"Where she is has nothing to do with me. Don't forget—I'm your girlfriend!"

"Girlfriend? I never liked you. You were just someone to mess around with."

I couldn't believe he'd say such things.

I'd known Ryan Chase for five years, dated him for two.

When everyone accused me of stealing money, he'd stood up, defending me fearlessly.

I thought I'd never forget that day.

That boy once full of justice—how had he become like this?

I thought I'd gone numb, beyond being affected.

Until meeting him again, I realized that pain had always been there.

"Won't tell me?" Ryan's hand closed around my throat.

His eyes were vicious, pupils bloodshot, terrifying.

The All-Seeing Detector suddenly sent a danger warning.

Red and green lights flashed alternately.

I felt uneasy.

Red meant danger, green meant safe, and red-green...

Only one possibility—he'd been bitten.

I spotted the scabbed bite mark on his arm.

He really had been bitten by a zombie.

"She's at... 503..." I forced out those words.

Ryan released his grip. I could finally breathe normally.

"Forgot to mention—Derek's there too." Looking at his urgent retreating figure, I added that.