Chapter 17 Dramatic Changes


    It was the tenth day since the apocalypse began.


    And this was nothing like the first few days of the outbreak.


    <b>F10 </b>Fran Ca


    The emergency broadcasts had stopped. Government announcements were no longer being issued. The fragile morale of the people had reached its limits, and so was the dwindling supplies of food in their homes.


    Over the past few days, some residents had already begun venturing out in search of food.


    At this point, the choice was clear–either they starve to death or risk being bitten. For those on the brink, zombies didn’t seem quite as terrifying anymore.


    However, this new wave of activity caused the number of zombies in the city to skyrocket.


    Very few who ventured out into the sea of the undead returned unscathed.


    In the early days, people’s fear of zombies and theirck of experience left them utterly unprepared to confront the danger.


    Zombies lurked everywhere, emerging from the most unexpected ces. If one encountered a cluster of zombies while scavenging, they became a meal for the zombies.


    The city’s zombie poption was growing explosively. People had gone hungry for days, but so had the zombies outside.


    In their state of starvation, zombies began invading human residences in search of prey.


    “Sh*t! My door can’t hold out any longer! The zombies outside keep banging on it louder and louder every day. I’ve barricaded everything I can, locked myself in the innermost room, and yet they still somehow know I’m here!


    “I still have plenty of food. Is there anyone who cane and save me? I’ll trade all my supplies in exchange for help!”


    Theresa was watching a livestream when she saw a young man calling for rescue.


    He’s <i>a </i><i>food </i><i>blogger</i><i>. </i><i>No </i><i>wonder</i><i>. </i><i>His </i><i>home </i>is <i>stocked </i><i>with </i>an <i>impressive supply </i><i>of </i><i>food </i><i>by </i><i>sponsors </i><i>or </i><i>bought </i>for <i>product </i>reviews. His hoard <i>of </i><i>provisions </i><i>was </i><i>enviable</i>.


    Moreover, he <i>is </i><i>a </i><i>homebody </i><i>by </i><i>nature</i><i>, </i><i>rarely </i><i>going </i><i>out</i>. This turned <i>out </i><i>to </i><i>be </i>a <i>stroke </i><i>of </i>luck during the <i>early </i><i>stages </i><i>of </i>the apocalypse.


    But <i>unfortunately</i>, <i>he </i>lives in <i>a </i><i>youth </i><i>apartment </i><iplex</i>. Almost <i>everyone </i><i>in </i><i>his </i>building had <i>already </i>turned into


    zombies<i>. </i>


    For days, hordes of the undead had roamed the hallways outside his unit. At the suggestion of viewers, he had fortified his front door as much as possible and holed up in an inner room, trying to mask his scent.


    But now, he could only feel the relentless banging on the door.


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    fehler the entire building’s undead poption had gathered outside his apartment.


    After sending out his despite plea for help, he quickly received a response from a fitness trainer who Bed in the surve building


    “I can save you, but you give me half of your food in return!


    No problem!”


    The food blogger responded without hesitation, “How will you get to me?”


    I’m right above you. I’ll lower a rope from my window. Grab it, and I’ll pull you up.”


    Okay


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    The blogger quickly began packing his things. He strapped a camera to his head, live–streaming the entire ordeal for his audience.


    He spread out his supplies–instant noodles, jerky, self–heating meal kits, and bottled water. The trainer instructed him to send the food up first, making it easier for him to climb up afterward.


    However, the blogger wasn’t so easily fooled. “I’m not stupid. If I send all the food up first, what’s stopping you from ditching me?”


    He tied all his supplies to himself, preparing to climb with them.


    That was when he heard the loud crack of his front door breaking open.


    Crash!


    “Hurry up!”


    “Coming!” The blogger nced back to see his doorpletely smashed open. Dozens of zombies surged into his apartment like a wave of death.


    Their bodies were a grotesque blend of ash–gray and ckened flesh. Some had their abdomens ripped open, with ropes of rotting intestines spilling out like tangled cords. Their gaunt faces were either stripped of features or reduced to bloodied pulp, revealing exposed bone..


    Starving, ravenous, they wed and stumbled toward him.


    It was a scene that would make anyone’s legs go weak.


    The blogger mmed the flimsy door to his bedroom shut and leaped onto the balcony. “You must save me!” he cried, grabbing hold of the rope dangling from above.


    As soon as he did, he realized the weight of all his supplies was too much.


    “You’re too heavy!” The trainer’s voice strained. The sudden pull nearly yanked him out of the window. “You need to drop your supplies first! Send them up separately!”


    “No! I’m taking them with me!” The blogger refused. <i>If </i><i>I </i><i>gave </i><i>the </i><i>food </i><i>to </i><i>him</i><i>, </i><i>I’m </i><i>sure </i><i>he </i>wouldn’t save <i>me</i><i>! </i>


    “Then, throw some of the food out!”


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    Withou hesitation, the blogger tossed his bottles of water.


    “Not enough! I haven’t eaten for days. I don’t have enough strength! Throw more things out!”


    The blogger heard this and immediately threw out more things from his body.


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    The blogger muttered curses under his breath, “And you call yourself a fitness coach? What am I supposed to eat if I throw everything down?”


    He discarded a few more items. But by the time his weight became manageable, the zombies had already broken into his bedroom.


    “Ah! Pull me up! Hurry!”


    He was stuck in mid–air.


    “Hook the supplies onto the frame! I’ll pull you up first, then the food!”


    “No! The food stays with me!” <i>Who </i><i>knows </i><i>if </i><i>he </i>will <i>let </i><i>go </i><i>of </i><i>me </i><i>after </i><i>I </i>put <i>the </i><i>food </i>in<i>? </i>


    In this world, food meant survival.


    “You have to trust me! Otherwise, you’re not getting up!”


    The blogger hesitated. But before he could decide, a cold, withered hand mped onto his ankle.


    He struggled violently as he kicked and pulled. The intense pain and fear made him climb up quickly.


    “I can’t hold you!” the trainer yelled.


    “I’ll give you the food! I’ll give you everything!” the blogger cried, finally conceding.


    But it was toote.


    The stench of blood and desperation had drawn more zombies to the scene. They swarmed the balcony, wing madly toward their prey. Some fell to the ground, but otherstched onto the walls, climbing like predators closing in on their meal.


    One particrly agile zombie grabbed his leg, sinking its jagged teeth into his flesh. With a sickening rip, it tore his leg clean off.


    “Ah!”


    Momentster, the other leg was ripped away, leaving only two bloodied bones dangling in the air.


    The scene below turned into chaos. The smell of fresh blood drove the horde into a frenzy. Zombies flooded the base of the building, wing and scrambling over one another to reach the source.


    “Eat!” Their guttural growls filled the air.


    As the trainer watched the nightmare–unfold, he no longer cared about the food.


    With a grimace, he let go of the rope.


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    The blogger plunged to the ground, where the swarm eagerly awaited him. He hit the pavement with a sickening crunch as the zombies descended on him.


    Like a tidal wave of teeth and ws, they devoured him, tearing his body apart in seconds.