At 4 o'clock sharp, Cen Yu and He Xueqing went to buy things to reinforce the windows on the first floor.

However, the city was already in chaos, and even if they bought burglar bars, no one would come to install them. In the end, they could only buy a whole wall of wire mesh and nail it to the exterior wall with tools.

By the time I finished all that, it was already 7 o'clock.

There was no one left in the neighborhood, only a lonely street lamp. Everyone was probably on guard against the appearance of the second wave of monsters.

When he and He Xueqing went out, they bought some food at the supermarket and then waited quietly in the living room for the night to truly begin.

“They arrived in the middle of the night yesterday.” He Xueqing and Cen Yu sat on the sofa. He glanced at Cen Yu, who was holding a baseball bat, hesitated for a moment, and then went to the kitchen to get a cleaver. “We might arrive a little earlier today.”

Cen Yu leaned back on the sofa. The TV wasn't broken; it could still play the news.

They are currently reporting on yesterday's accident and advising everyone to stay home, avoid going out at night, and keep doors and windows closed.

The neighborhood was quiet, as if everyone was holding their breath and waiting.

Because they had taken a nap, neither of them was particularly sleepy. However, the uncertainty of the wait was the most agonizing. Cen Yu yawned, leaned her head on He Xueqing's shoulder, and weighed her metal baseball bat in her hand. "When will they come?"

"A prophet?"

He Xueqing was secretly pleased with Cen Yu's closeness, but she also knew that it was only temporary.

He sat upright on the sofa, like a statue. "Maybe 11 o'clock?"

He said uncertainly.

Cen Yu also discovered that He Xueqing's language ability was actually quite vague; she could only know a general time and place, as well as what was about to happen... This was normal, Cen Yu thought, after all, He Xueqing was just the student in front of him, not some great savior or prophet.

He yawned again. "I didn't expect what you said to be true."

"I really didn't get into university." So did his classmates.

When Cen Yu went out today, he heard people on the street discussing when this strange thing would stop... He knew it wouldn't stop; in He Xueqing's prophecy, it was a process of selection.

The new humans survived, while the rest perished in the apocalypse.

Thinking of this, Cen Yu turned off the TV.

Soon, at 11 p.m., the previously quiet courtyard was suddenly filled with rustling sounds.

Although Cen Yu's home is on the first floor, fortunately, because it is an old neighborhood, the windows are not large or numerous, and they are all fitted with wire mesh. If he is careful, he should be able to get through today.

Soon, the sound of fingernails scratching could be heard from the other side of the window.

The direction of the bedroom is also specified.

Cen Yu couldn't remember the details of the battle, only that he was exhausted that day. He was covered in monster blood, and the ground was filthy. He Xueqing wanted to help, but could only use brute force to chop down the monsters like wood.

Around 5 a.m., the monsters, though unwilling, slowly left.

Perhaps realizing that the two rooms on the first floor were tough nuts to crack, the monsters stopped coming to Cen Yu's house much in the latter half of the night.

"Bang." Cen Yu leaned back on the sofa, panting heavily.

The baseball bat was thrown to the ground.

He Xueqing was beside him, and her condition wasn't much better. His hands were still trembling, and he was holding a kitchen knife in one hand. Because of the force he was using, his thumb and forefinger were also torn.

The room was a mess, with the monsters' corpses scattered on the floor.

The small space was filled with too many smells. Cen Yu looked up at her hands, then turned to He Xueqing and said, "Let's go."

He Xueqing looked at him and said, "Okay."

They sat on the blood-stained sofa, too exhausted to speak.

It was an old-fashioned fabric sofa, its original color now unrecognizable. Cen Yu sat on the left, and He Xueqing sat on the right. In front of them was the television that had been overturned when the monster broke in.

The two people's faces, bodies, and even the strands of their hair were covered in the monster's blood.

The whole room looked like a scene from a horror movie.

They sat there quietly, watching the sun rise outside the window, and the cries and laughter of survivors echoed through the courtyard.

Only then did Cen Yu stand up, supporting himself on the armrest of the sofa. He bent down to pick up the baseball bat that he had thrown to the ground, and then turned to look at He Xueqing, who was still sitting on the sofa.

He Xueqing's freshly cut hair was already a mess.

Half of his face was splattered with blood, as was his neck. He looked up at Cen Yu, as if waiting for his next instruction.

"Actually, today is my birthday," Cen Yu suddenly said.

“I almost forgot.”

He Xueqing immediately panicked. He subconsciously tidied his hair and then solemnly said, "Happy birthday."

After taking a shower, the two of them ate instant noodles. Cen Yu looked at He Xueqing and asked, "When is your birthday?"

"August," He Xueqing stated a date, looking at Cen Yu with some anticipation. "Will we spend it together then?"

Living together? Cen Yu glanced at the untidy living room and the meager instant noodles on the dining table, while the sounds of wailing and lamentation echoed throughout the neighborhood and the streets outside…

He didn't know why He Xueqing would have such a "naive" idea.

Although He Xueqing said he wouldn't die, He Xueqing was only a half-baked prophet, Cen Yu thought. He glanced at He Xueqing's expectant look and finally nodded, "Okay."

"We'll spend it together then."

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