Chapter 1
Lina cautiously crept into the hospital, which surprisingly had few zombies, but also few medicines.
It looks like it's already been looted.
But if you look carefully, you can find some scraps, so at least Lina won't have come for nothing.
Lina didn't let any of the jumbled syringes, various tubing, or scattered medicines, whether she understood them or not, go untouched.
She was also lucky enough to find a chocolate bar!
She would never have wanted this before, but now, oh my god!
This high-calorie food is simply a treat!
Lina carefully nestled under the counter, opened the packaging bag, and happily took a bite of the slightly melted chocolate bar.
She didn't even let the melted liquid on the bag go.
Since no one was watching, she started sucking on the bag without any regard for her image.
Hello! Is anyone there?!
Lina, who was enjoying the bag, paused for a moment. She stuffed the unfinished chocolate bar into her pocket, squatted down, and peeked out from behind the counter.
Where do you find naive and innocent girls these days? Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you have a death wish?
Lina crept cautiously under the counter and saw a man in a hospital gown, barefoot, staggering as he looked around.
HOLY SHIT!
Could it be that the patient in a vegetative state at the hospital has woken up?! Is he lucky or unlucky?
Lina quietly hid using the terrain, watching the man walk towards the restaurant, and then fled the hospital in fright.
After waiting for a while and making sure no one appeared, Lina straightened up and walked to the restaurant entrance.
'DONT OPEN DEAD INSIDE.'
HOLY SHIT!
Lina couldn't help but swear a second time. She would never forget this scene in her life, her past life, or her next life!
The pale fingers sticking out from the iron gate seemed to be shouting their resentment, as the food that was about to be eaten flew away.
But Lina didn't have time to go in and deliver the food; she needed to sort out her feelings first.
I thought I had just transmigrated, but less than a month later, I found myself in the apocalypse. I thought it was just the apocalypse, but now I realize it's the world of zombies.
Damn!
The Walking Dead!
Lena was somewhat excited. She had no relatives or acquaintances in America... or rather, she had none left.
Lina touched the Tang sword on her back.
If he's a walking corpse, then the person just now was Rick? He should be home by now and will soon meet Morgan!
Lina stroked the hilt of the knife, deep in thought.
Should she follow? It seems like she could go further with the protagonist, and besides... being alone in the apocalypse is really tough.
Lina sighed. Besides, the guys in the main character team were generally pretty good people. If she had joined earlier, she would at least be a veteran, right?
If she were placed at the final destination, or even later, even in prison, she felt she might not have a chance to be accepted.
And if we go early, we might be able to save some of their lives.
Lina hesitated. Putting aside whether the plot could be rewritten, what if it led to even more serious problems?
And can she really save those people?
Amy, Jim, Sophia, Lori...
Lina was unsure; she couldn't bear to see someone die in front of her, she really couldn't.
Lina scratched her curly hair in distress, squatted down, and took out a coin.
"Heads or tails!" Lina muttered to herself with her eyes closed. Finally, she tossed the coin, and with a crisp sound, she chased after the rolling coin until she reached the emergency exit.
"This is the guidance of fate~" Lina pushed open the door and walked out.
The coins on the ground, along with the oak and olive branches, gleamed silver in the flickering lights, as if warm sunlight were shining on them.
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Perhaps it was the protagonist's halo that was so strong, but Lina didn't encounter a single zombie along the way. It was as if the zombies themselves had agreed, 'Rick is coming out, scatter, scatter! It's not your turn yet—'
Lina amused herself by imitating the zombies' whispers in her mind.
Having wandered alone for almost two months, Lina had become quite adept at entertaining herself. Everyone needs to find some fun, especially in the apocalypse.
The ultraviolet rays are very strong today. At least Lina can't stand it anymore. She is quite sensitive to heat. During her time in the US, she has not found a single piece of sun protection clothing and can only wander around in a thin long-sleeved shirt.
If it weren't so hot, she would definitely find some bandages and sheet metal to wrap up all her arms and legs just in case.
However, she did find a comfortable pair of tall leather boots, which gave her a lot more sense of security.
But this also made her afraid to take off her boots and smell her feet.
In the apocalypse, zombies smelled much worse than humans, and the stench in the air made her almost unable to smell the stench of not having showered for half a month.
A month ago, she cut her long hair into a Dora-style bob with a knife.
Now that it's grown a bit longer, it can be tied into a little bun at the bottom.
Wandering through the empty streets, Lina finally spotted a roaming zombie. Damn it, at least it had a human form, which soothed her lonely heart!
Lina leaned back and pressed against the scabbard on her back, slowly drawing her long sword.
She adjusted her hand gestures, drew the entire knife, quietly followed the walker, and sliced off the upper half of his head with a single stroke.
Speaking of the upper part of the brain, she wants to eat beef chuck.
Lina licked her lips; there was no delicious taste of hot pot, only the faint sweetness of the lingering chocolate bar.
Lina took out a cloth, wiped the blood off the knife, and twisted her body to put the knife back.
If it weren't for the fact that hanging it on her waist is too conspicuous and inconvenient, she would have hung it on her waist.
With it on my back, it's really inconvenient to draw the sword.
Lina looked at the glass door of the shop next to her, ignoring the hideous zombie faces inside, and compared her height to the glass.
Damn it, there's no nutrition at all in this apocalypse, how is she supposed to grow taller?!
Lina puffed out her cheeks angrily, took out the half chocolate bar from her pocket, and continued eating.
Just like before the apocalypse, Lina strolled leisurely along the roadside, swaying as she walked in a straight line.
【Bang--】
A gunshot rang out from not far away. Lina stopped in her tracks. She didn't have the skill to pinpoint the exact location, so she could only try to head in the general direction.
But the gunshots attracted more than just her.
There are even more zombies.
Lina twisted her body again and drew the knife. This knife was a top-quality item and a unique piece!
It's no exaggeration to say that he could cut iron into mud.
However, Lina usually wouldn't let him do these rough jobs.
It's already unfair of him to kill these zombies!
When dealing with walkers, especially not in dense swarms, melee weapons are the best choice!
Lina wielded a long sword and slaughtered everyone without leaving a single survivor.
Hey! Over here!
She heard someone calling softly, and Lina looked at the house in front of her. A black man was waving at her from the doorway.
Lina slashed the zombie on her right to death and ran towards the house.
"Have you been bitten?" Morgan asked warily as she was pulled inside, looking at the disheveled Asian girl in front of her.
“No.” Lina shook her head and reached into her pocket, while Morgan casually placed his hand on the holster beside his leg.
Lina took out a handkerchief and began cleaning the smelly knife.
Morgan frowned; she was far too confident.
"Are you alone?" Morgan asked, looking at the huge backpack the girl was carrying.
Lina nodded and put the cleaned knife back into its sheath on her back.
In an extremely contorted posture.
Morgan's lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt somewhat relieved.
He's still a child.
"Dwayne!" Morgan called softly, and the door to the inner room suddenly opened, and a little boy ran out.
"He has a fever!" Dwayne said nervously.
“I’ll go check it out,” Morgan patted Dwayne on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, and then the two of them looked at Lena.
Lina blinked innocently at the father and son.
Morgan looked away and whispered to Dwayne, "Be careful, don't leave my sight, understand?"
Dwayne looked at Lina curiously, and when he heard Morgan's words, he nodded quickly.
Lina looked around the house; the windows and doors were covered with wooden boards and black cloth, indicating that they had been there for some time.
"Hey, why are you hiding there?" Morgan had just entered the house, presumably to take care of Rick, while Dwayne was hiding in the doorway, secretly watching Lena.
“…No, no.” Dwayne said, his face flushed, embarrassed.
Lina pouted. "Hey, here you go." She pulled a lollipop from her pocket and tossed it over.
It was the smell of green apples that she disliked; she only kept it just in case.
Now, let's just give it to this child. After all, she hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, and she wants to rest here today.
Consider it accommodation fee?
Lina, the unscrupulous businesswoman, is perfectly justified!
Still a child at heart, Dwayne unwrapped the candy and started eating it.
Lina looked at him and suddenly remembered his ending.
It seems that he was bitten by Morgan's zombie mother while they were collecting supplies one day.
Morgan went crazy afterwards.
Lina took a grape-flavored lollipop from her other pocket and popped it into her mouth.
Why not just help him kill his zombie mother?
The first step in verification is that if his zombie mother dies, Morgan and Dwayne should leave with Rick.
So the plot changes, will Rick still be able to conquer Atlanta alone on horseback?
Lina stared at Dwayne thoughtfully.
Morgan stepped out of the room and saw two children, one on each side, eating lollipops.
I suppose it was given to Dwayne by this little girl.
Morgan didn't say anything, just ruffled Dwayne's hair. He glanced at Lena; now wasn't the time to talk. He needed to go to the hospital or a ward or something; the person inside needed medication.
Morgan hesitated as to take Dwayne to those dangerous places.
“I need to go out for a bit. Go in and lock the door from the inside. Be careful, okay?” Morgan pulled out a gun and shoved it into Dwayne’s hand.
Lina, chewing on the stick of her lollipop, asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"
"The people inside need medicine, and their wounds need dressing and bandaging," Morgan said calmly, as he began to check his pistol and bullets.
"Oh, this," Lina put down her big bag, unzipped it, and started rummaging through it.
A moment later, Morgan, holding a handful of fever reducers, antibiotics, bandages, and iodine, looked at Dwayne in bewilderment.
No wonder it's such a big bag.
The things she found covered a small patch of ground, but the most eye-catching were the tall leather boots that matched her feet perfectly.
What's wrong with her?
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