The Apocalypse:A Survivor's Sarcastic Guide Chapter 13

That idiot Katie actually pulled the man and ran. She didn't close the door...

Didn't close the door!

I ran downstairs without thinking, meeting Katie on the stairs.

She looked at me strangely, but it was too late. Over her shoulder I saw the zombie's feet.

No choice—had to abandon the main door!

With a bang, zombie roars also sounded outside the iron door.

Katie's eyes widened, turning incredulously toward the iron door.

I slapped her hard. "Are you trying to kill me?"

She was probably terrified too, collapsing on the floor. Fortunately the man behind caught her.

"I, I panicked. I'm sorry."

Crying again.

I was so angry I cursed: "You have the nerve to cry? Without me, with your IQ you'd have died hundreds of times!"

"And you! You're supposed to be an armed unit—don't you know the situation? Why come here causing trouble!"

The man's expression was ugly.

I was furious—nothing looked right to me.

Going upstairs, I discovered the yard was already crowded with zombies.

"What do we do?"

What to do? What to do?

In the apocalypse, bleeding hearts should die first!

I ignored Katie, sitting alone on the couch sulking.

Honestly, right now I wanted to die.

I'd been fine alone. Now I could barely hold my own home!

"Notice, notice. Virus antigen will be distributed soon. Notice, notice. Virus antigen will be distributed soon."

The man's walkie-talkie sounded. Someone kept repeating this message.

?

If I remembered correctly, zombies had only broken out a few days ago. Antigen came out this fast?

Impossible!

Soon I got the answer.

Turns out zombies were created by Ugly Lab. They already had the antigen.

Higher-ups investigated all pharmaceutical companies and research labs immediately when zombies appeared, confirming the source almost the next day.

The following days they'd been busy dealing with zombies and blocking information.

My area wasn't supposed to fall. Someone was bitten somewhere private. They didn't detect infection at the time and released him. This led to this area becoming the last zombie zone.

Simply put: outside was safe. Only my area was in deep trouble.

No wonder water and electricity were still normal after so long!

If not for that storm, I should have noticed drones everywhere.

Current situation: not the world's apocalypse, but my area's apocalypse!

"Sorry, to avoid panic, we could only hide the truth first."

They were afraid we'd know the truth, feel abandoned, develop negative emotions.

From the big picture, this operation could indeed save more lives.

But from an ordinary person's view, it meant being abandoned by the whole world.

Being abandoned was cruel.

But I'm naturally indifferent. I easily accepted this explanation.

"Since that's the case, let's do something big!"

"What, what do you want to do?"

Seeing my enthusiasm, Katie trembled fearfully.

"What? Be my own savior, obviously!"

Who knew when this area's zombies would be cleared? Better rely on yourself than others!

I took all meat from the fridge.

"Come on, let's skewer."

The man looked at me curiously. "What are you doing?"

He'd seen me use bamboo skewers with meat to lure zombies to kill each other, thinking I'd repeat the trick.

Few bamboo skewers remained. I brought toothpicks, coat hangers, and yarn.

"What are you doing?"

"Weaving a net."

The man froze. "What net?"

I smiled evilly. "Heaven's net!"

Soon I wove a blanket-sized net with either toothpicks or hangers twisted like rope to secure fresh meat.

"Done. Call those drones over to hang the net in the trees."

They finally understood what I was doing.

Drones flew over, hanging the net in trees per my instructions.

Soon nearby zombies were attracted. Even those in my yard followed.

In less than half a day, outside was black with zombies.

The rest was the armed unit's job.

Though not three to five years, I'd still become a survivor in the end!

Later this area reopened. Everything returned to normal.

Sometimes thinking about those days felt like a dream.

Dream ended—felt like I'd experienced much, yet like nothing happened.