Chapter 3 · Turned Zombie, Became The Cure

From their conversations, it sounded like we were heading back to their HQ.

It had only been a few days since the apocalypse started, but survivor bases had already popped up all over the country, and rescue teams were out searching for anyone still alive.

The convoy rolled down the streets.

The streets were a total mess.

Shops had been smashed and looted, stripped bare.

Even the greenery had been ripped out and tossed carelessly onto the road.

Blood was everywhere.

Countless people had lost their lives in this sudden catastrophe, turning into mindless zombies roaming the streets, getting picked off by armed squads patrolling by.

The world that used to be full of life and energy was suddenly left scarred and broken.

Like looking at a familiar face that didn't recognize me back.

It was still early days in the apocalypse, and there were still plenty of survivors hiding in every nook and cranny.

Alex's team did their best to rescue anyone they found, no matter where they were.

But even so, countless people still didn't make it through this deadly catastrophe.

I glanced at the survivors, their eyes totally drained of life, then checked out my own decaying zombie body. Honestly, I had mixed feelings.

This world was really gone to hell.

But hey, at least as a zombie, I didn't have to stress about money or food anymore. I'd gone days without eating or drinking and I was still here. That actually cheered me up a bit.

Thinking back, when I first turned, I was absolutely starving.

But now? Hunger was not even a thing anymore.

Maybe I was so hungry, I just stopped feeling it.

I was huddled in the corner, lost in my own thoughts, when Helen suddenly walked over with a pen, paper, and a small bag.

"Rachel, are you hungry?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Alright." She started jotting something down on the paper. "Are you still feeling stiff?"

I nodded.

She then asked if I felt uncomfortable or had any weird symptoms, and took notes on everything I said.

That was pretty much how my days went.

"Rachel, you've been sitting here without moving for three days. Don't you want to go out for a walk or get some fresh air?" Helen asked.

I glanced up at her.

She put away the pen and paper, then ruffled my hair—super gently.

My scalp was basically rotting, so any sudden move and I'd lose what little was left.

I hesitated, then shook my head.

It was not that I didn't want to go out.

But ever since I became a zombie, I'd just felt sluggish and weak, and my body was too stiff to move easily.

I had zero motivation to do anything.

Helen nodded and handed me a little bag. "I made you a drink. Want to give it a try?"

It was a white plastic pouch.

Just like those fruit jelly squeeze pouches.

My stiff fingers couldn't handle something as delicate as twisting off the cap, so Helen did it for me and held it up to my mouth.

Through the small spout, I could see a pale red liquid inside.

Ever since I turned into a zombie, all human food smelled absolutely revolting to me. I gave the bag a cautious sniff, but to my surprise, there was no weird smell at all.

Honestly, I didn't want to drink some mystery liquid.

But hey, I knew which side my bread was buttered on.

I was in their hands, after all.

Helen held it to my lips, so I carefully took a sip.

It tasted pretty much like water, with just a faint touch of sweetness.

I smacked my lips together.

Surprisingly good.

Even though zombies didn't really get hungry, after going so long without anything normal, that sweet drink was kind of addictive.

I downed the whole bag in no time.

The weirdest part was, as the liquid slid down my throat, I felt this strange warmth start to spread through my body.

All of a sudden, my lazy, sluggish body felt totally refreshed.

I tried moving my fingers, and to my shock, my stiff body felt way more flexible.

For the first time in forever, I even felt a little bit full.

Helen was watching me with a grin as I grabbed the bag myself and twisted off the cap—pulling off this legendary move all on my own!

She just shot me a sly, mysterious smile. "Pretty amazing, right?"

She put the bag away and gave my head another soft rub. "Every day, you'll get one of these drinks, and we'll monitor your condition in real time. Thanks for cooperating with our research."

And with that, she left.

I sat there, shocked.

Chapter 3

From their conversations, it sounded like we were heading back to their HQ.

It had only been a few days since the apocalypse started, but survivor bases had already popped up all over the country, and rescue teams were out searching for anyone still alive.

The convoy rolled down the streets.

The streets were a total mess.

Shops had been smashed and looted, stripped bare.

Even the greenery had been ripped out and tossed carelessly onto the road.

Blood was everywhere.

Countless people had lost their lives in this sudden catastrophe, turning into mindless zombies roaming the streets, getting picked off by armed squads patrolling by.

The world that used to be full of life and energy was suddenly left scarred and broken.

Like looking at a familiar face that didn't recognize me back.

It was still early days in the apocalypse, and there were still plenty of survivors hiding in every nook and cranny.

Alex's team did their best to rescue anyone they found, no matter where they were.

But even so, countless people still didn't make it through this deadly catastrophe.

I glanced at the survivors, their eyes totally drained of life, then checked out my own decaying zombie body. Honestly, I had mixed feelings.

This world was really gone to hell.

But hey, at least as a zombie, I didn't have to stress about money or food anymore. I'd gone days without eating or drinking and I was still here. That actually cheered me up a bit.

Thinking back, when I first turned, I was absolutely starving.

But now? Hunger was not even a thing anymore.

Maybe I was so hungry, I just stopped feeling it.

I was huddled in the corner, lost in my own thoughts, when Helen suddenly walked over with a pen, paper, and a small bag.

"Rachel, are you hungry?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Alright." She started jotting something down on the paper. "Are you still feeling stiff?"

I nodded.

She then asked if I felt uncomfortable or had any weird symptoms, and took notes on everything I said.

That was pretty much how my days went.

"Rachel, you've been sitting here without moving for three days. Don't you want to go out for a walk or get some fresh air?" Helen asked.

I glanced up at her.

She put away the pen and paper, then ruffled my hair—super gently.

My scalp was basically rotting, so any sudden move and I'd lose what little was left.

I hesitated, then shook my head.

It was not that I didn't want to go out.

But ever since I became a zombie, I'd just felt sluggish and weak, and my body was too stiff to move easily.

I had zero motivation to do anything.

Helen nodded and handed me a little bag. "I made you a drink. Want to give it a try?"

It was a white plastic pouch.

Just like those fruit jelly squeeze pouches.

My stiff fingers couldn't handle something as delicate as twisting off the cap, so Helen did it for me and held it up to my mouth.

Through the small spout, I could see a pale red liquid inside.

Ever since I turned into a zombie, all human food smelled absolutely revolting to me. I gave the bag a cautious sniff, but to my surprise, there was no weird smell at all.

Honestly, I didn't want to drink some mystery liquid.

But hey, I knew which side my bread was buttered on.

I was in their hands, after all.

Helen held it to my lips, so I carefully took a sip.

It tasted pretty much like water, with just a faint touch of sweetness.

I smacked my lips together.

Surprisingly good.

Even though zombies didn't really get hungry, after going so long without anything normal, that sweet drink was kind of addictive.

I downed the whole bag in no time.

The weirdest part was, as the liquid slid down my throat, I felt this strange warmth start to spread through my body.

All of a sudden, my lazy, sluggish body felt totally refreshed.

I tried moving my fingers, and to my shock, my stiff body felt way more flexible.

For the first time in forever, I even felt a little bit full.

Helen was watching me with a grin as I grabbed the bag myself and twisted off the cap—pulling off this legendary move all on my own!

She just shot me a sly, mysterious smile. "Pretty amazing, right?"

She put the bag away and gave my head another soft rub. "Every day, you'll get one of these drinks, and we'll monitor your condition in real time. Thanks for cooperating with our research."

And with that, she left.

I sat there, shocked.