The wind slipped through the broken window—not strong, just a gentle breeze. A tickling sensation brushed my neck. Instinctively, I slapped it. My hair fell loose, slipping into my shirt. Another itch prickled my chest. I jolted awake!!

Outside the door, the sounds turned sharp. Each impact tore through the wood with a splintering crack!

*Bang! Crack! Bang! Crack-crack~*

The door wouldn’t hold much longer!

I turned my head. Moonlight barely revealed the thing behind the shattered hole…

A person…

A person with a face crusted in purple clots.

A person drenched in purple blood, eyes blazing red, roaring madly as it slammed the door!!

Impossible… That couldn’t be human!

No one would keep pounding the door with a severed arm—not even a lunatic. The pain alone should’ve knocked anyone out cold.

“Zombie…?!” I shrieked. A low, feminine voice spilled from my lips, jolting me back to reality.

Outside: a ravenous Zombie. Behind me: a window fifteen stories high.

Bitten by a Zombie or jump to my death?

No! I refused both!

I avoided the window—glass shards littered the floor. My bed was closer. The other bed looked untouched, pristine.

I rushed to my bedside. A pair of oversized slippers lay on the floor. I slipped them on—better than bare feet on glass.

I toppled the IV stand beside me. Moonlight revealed my bed. A cabinet stood nearby. Without hesitation, I yanked it open. My belongings were there—my precious iPhone 16 Pro included, though likely dead.

I grabbed the phone. Its case was a power bank—a battery case. Hopefully, it still held charge.

My glasses were inside too, but I didn’t need them. Moonlight showed my vision sharper than ever with lenses.

Good news, but no time to celebrate. The cabinet held a few more things: a pack of Changbai cigarettes, my Zippo lighter, my house keys. I guessed my clothes were in the cabinet by the door.

But I couldn’t reach it now. The Zombie hammering the door had shattered half of it. It paid a gruesome price—half its arm hung as exposed bone, detached from muscle, lying on the floor. Pale bone and dark red gore coated the door.

Less than a minute left before it broke through!

I bundled my belongings in a bedsheets, tied it to my back. I snatched the IV stand, twisted it—detachable! I unscrewed the base from the pole.

My strength felt greater than my old weeb body’s. No time to ponder. I dragged the nearby bed to the door, jamming it against the broken frame.

The bed screeched across the floor—*screeeak!*—and the whole building erupted. Roars echoed everywhere!

Footsteps pounded down the hall, closing in fast!

I grabbed the bedsheets, tying both beds’ sheets together. The iron bed bought me time. The armless Zombie squeezed halfway through, its lower half stuck outside.

The knotted sheets stretched several meters long—I didn’t count. Sounds clustered outside my door. Hesitation meant death.

I secured one end to my iron bed, looped the sheets twice around the IV pole for friction. Ready. I strode to the window, raised the pole, and smashed the remaining glass—*crash-bang!*—clearing a hole just wide enough. I didn’t hesitate. I crawled out.

Behind me, the door gave way with a *BANG!* A horde of roaring Zombies flooded in!

*ROAR-ROAR-ROAR!!*

Crouched on the ledge, one hand gripping the sill, I watched them surge inside. The sight hit me like a punch—this was the Apocalypse. Mangled bodies. Dark blood smeared the walls. Some Zombies trailed guts, hollow bellies gaping.

A wave of stench rolled over me. No more waiting. I gripped the pole tight and leaped backward!

Wind!

It screamed past my ears. I’d expected to slide smoothly down the sheets into a lower window. But…

First-timer mistake. My fall was too fast. In a blink, the sheets slipped off the pole!

Instinct kicked in. I lunged for the fleeing fabric. *Riiip!* It tore under the strain.

“No!!!”

*THUD!*

The world blurred forward. As I braced for death, my back slammed hard against something solid.

*THUD!*

I’d landed on a rain ledge!

Chest tight, back throbbing, my vision dimmed. I lay on the narrow ledge—barely a square meter—watching Zombies burst through the window above. They plummeted headfirst, arms clawing wildly for me. Too fast. Too far from the ledge. Not one caught hold. They rained down like corpses—*thud-thud-thud-thud!*—vanishing below.

Muffled crashes echoed up. I strained to look down…

Too dark to see.

“Haaah…”

I exhaled, relief flooding in. But the wind between skyscrapers howled fiercely. My long hair whipped wildly, strands tangling in my mouth.

“Gotta cut it. Easier to move.” I muttered to myself, then remembered the phone at my waist!

“Please don’t be broken…” Habit made me whisper. I sat up, back against the building, untying the bundle from my waist. Everything intact…

Well, the cigarette pack was crushed. But still—

“At least I can smoke it, right?” I chuckled darkly, pulling out the flattened Changbai box. Wait—this wasn’t mine. I’d nearly finished my last pack.

“Did Dragon Peak buy this?” I recalled my fainting. The thing that bit me was likely those Zombies.

I’d been bitten… survived… and woke up female. Probably the virus.

After I passed out, Dragon Peak must’ve rescued me, brought me here. He visited the first days, but later… the Zombies trapped him.

This cigarette proved it.

He wouldn’t buy smokes while rushing me to the hospital. Only after I was stable, in this room, would he think of such things. That bastard always did the right thing, even when I envied him.

Now…

Only my phone could tell the rest.

I flipped the power bank switch. The screen flickered—a battery icon appeared. Relief washed over me.

I pressed the power button. The bitten Apple logo glowed. It booted up!

Ten seconds later, the home screen lit. My heart settled. A modern curse—without my phone, I felt incomplete.

No network. No Wi-Fi. Even the SIM card showed no signal.

“Has society collapsed?” I whispered.

Wind roared in my ears. I opened settings—no bars, no connection.

“Please… just this city.” I swiped the responsive screen, opening the calendar…

September 9, 2027… September… 9th?

“WTF!!!” The curse burst out in my low, oddly alluring voice.

Wait! Not about my voice!

Before I fainted—it was August! Early August, between the 1st and 10th!

I scrolled back frantically. August 6th. The day it happened.

I’d been unconscious for a whole month and three days?!

“How could…”

The word “possible” choked in my throat.

Especially staring at the ruined city below—no lights, no life.

I lowered the phone, numb. The moon hung high in a starry sky. My mind went blank.