Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Shenhe's fingers flew across the pages, making a rustling sound as he turned to the grid page!

Got it!

There were several photos inside, which Shenhe immediately recognized as having been taken by Zhao Xinduo with her Polaroid camera. In addition to the photos, there was also a strip of lined paper torn from a workbook. Shenhe pinched one corner of the strip and pulled it out.

The words above are crooked and shaky, the strokes are trembling, clearly written in a state of extreme panic.

Thinking about it carefully, that doesn't make sense either. Zhao Xinduo's handwriting is like this, even when she sits at her desk and writes properly. Even the handwriting scratched by chicken claws is neater than hers.

"Brother Shen! My dad and I are waiting for someone at the First People's Hospital of the city."

The last character was written with only half of the "person" radical, and the pen tip drew a long, slanted line on the paper, tearing it.

Shenhe tightened his grip on the note.

It seems the situation must have been very urgent; they didn't even have time to finish writing before they had to leave.

He put down the note and picked up the five photos.

The photos were all taken from the living room window, with the camera pointing towards the residential area below and the street outside.

The first photo was taken on the second day of the apocalypse.

The photo was filled with a dark mass of zombies.

The open space downstairs, the roads in the community, and the streets outside were all packed with people.

They pushed and scratched at each other, their murky eyes all pointing in one direction: at the distant crossroads, cars were engulfed in flames, billowing black smoke.

The second, third, and fourth images depict the third day of the apocalypse.

Four black armored police vehicles formed a circle in the middle of the street, and dozens of police officers in black combat uniforms raised their guns and fired at the surging zombies.

But the gunshots were like stirring up a hornet's nest; zombies from all directions rushed towards this place like madmen, and at great speed.

In the third photo, the SWAT officer at the front is tackled to the ground.

In the fourth image, the encirclement of the armored vehicles was breached, and zombies poured in, causing heavy losses to the SWAT team and the rescued survivors.

In the end, only two blood-stained armored vehicles smashed through the zombies blocking their way and staggered out of the encirclement, followed by a dense swarm of zombies.

The fifth one was taken two days ago.

The neighborhood was deserted; the once densely packed zombies had apparently been attracted somewhere elsewhere.

Three large military green trucks were parked at the entrance of the residential area, and more than a dozen soldiers in camouflage uniforms were on guard with guns at the ready, organizing the survivors to climb onto the trucks.

Zhao Xinduo and Zhao Guodong also left that day.

Shenhe certainly knew about the First People's Hospital of Hanzhou City; these days, who hasn't been to the hospital a few times?

It was a closed-off, top-tier hospital. The entire campus was surrounded by a three-meter-high concrete wall, with only two entrances and exits: the front gate and the back gate. Inside, there were five inpatient buildings, each with more than twenty floors.

How many patients would a hospital this big have during the apocalypse? How did it end up being chosen as a temporary shelter?

But no matter what, at least we know where they are.

Shenhe was unaware that the Hanzhou Municipal Government had activated its emergency response plan several days before the meteorite struck.

They transferred all the patients with milder symptoms from the First People's Hospital to nearby community hospitals in advance, leaving only a few patients with fractures and those who could not be separated from medical equipment.

The hospital's warehouse was filled overnight with food, medicine, and drinking water. On the day of the meteor shower, a squadron of special police officers was also dispatched there to maintain order.

By a twist of fate, this place became the earliest and most sturdy temporary shelter in Hanzhou City.

"Hanzhou City First People's Hospital? It seems your little cake was rescued there?"

Shenhe had just stuffed the folded note into his pocket when Li Yuetong's voice reached his ears.

Her soft voice carried a strong hint of jealousy.

"What kind of small cakes?"

Shenhe paused for a moment, then turned around.

Li Yuetong stood half a step behind him, holding a photo frame in her hand.

She pouted, her peach blossom eyes glistening with tears, staring intently at the book in his hand.

Her pretty face was a jumble of emotions, a mixture of nervousness, anger, and barely concealed fear and grievance.

Is he jealous?

Li Yuetong pouted, her eyes red-rimmed, on the verge of tears, her voice choked with sobs, "This girl is petite and sweet-looking, and you even know where she hides her things. What else could she be but your little cake?"

She held the photo frame up to Shenhe, her beautiful eyes fixed on his face, not missing a single change in his expression.

She loved Shenhe madly, and would give him anything, including her life, but she couldn't accept that he had another woman in his heart, unless she would always be number one.

Shenhe glanced down at it.

The photo frame contains a picture of Zhao Xinduo, with her hair in pigtails, wearing pajamas and lying on the bed, only showing half of her profile and a pair of fair legs.

How to deal with a jealous woman?

Kiss her! Distract her!

He looked up at Li Yuetong's tearful appearance, said nothing, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her soft waist, gently pulling her into his arms and turning her around.

With a "thud," Li Yuetong's back pressed against the bookshelf. Shenhe braced one hand on the bookshelf next to her head and the other hand on her waist, his tall body leaning down to encircle her tightly in his arms.

"ah!"

Suddenly surrounded, Li Yuetong couldn't help but gasp. She looked up at him nervously, her eyes brimming with tears that she had been holding back. The tears fell from her eyes as she was shaken, sliding down her face and landing on her clothes.

But her unease lessened considerably; she especially loved being held in Shenhe's arms, which made her feel very safe.

Shenhe lifted his hand from her waist and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips. His fingers were rough and tickled her skin. Perhaps sensing Shenhe's pity and love for her, she cried more and more as he wiped away her tears, but she couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Shenhe lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, and the sweat on their foreheads mingled together, making them sticky.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could clearly feel each other's rapid heartbeats and burning body temperature.

Shenhe teased her with a smile, "If she's a little cake, then what are you? A giant fruit and soy milk?"

"Pfft!"

Li Yuetong couldn't help but laugh, raising her hand to lightly punch his chest, feeling both angry and embarrassed.

"You're the one who's the big shot! I hate you! Tell me right now, what exactly is your relationship?"

Shenhe thought for a moment, then said very seriously,

"She treats me like a brother, and I treat her like a sister. Actually, I've known her longer than you have. If anyone's jealous, it's her jealous of you. What are you making a fuss about?"

A blush crept onto Li Yuetong's face. She bit her lower lip, tilted her chin up, and looked utterly unreasonable. "Sweetheart, sweetheart? I don't care. I got you first, so you're mine. Who told her to be so slow? First come, first served!"

Shenhe chuckled softly, his head spinning from her adorable and willful demeanor, and he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her.

"No!"

Li Yuetong forcefully blocked his chest with both small hands, her pretty face quickly turning to the side, and said in a flustered manner.

"I've been on the run for three days, and I'm covered in sweat and stink!"

Shenhe reached out and pinched her chin, turning her face back, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Li Yuetong pushed twice, but her strength waned.

Finally, she slowly released her grip on his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and responded skillfully; she was no longer the novice she once was.

A few minutes later, their faces separated, and both of them restrained themselves from taking the final step.

Li Yuetong's lips were slightly swollen and red, her beautiful eyes were moist, her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg, and her chest was heaving. She buried her face in Shenhe's arms and dared not look up.

Shenhe looked at her bright red ears, deliberately sniffed, and said slowly, "As expected..."

"What?" Li Yuetong asked in a muffled voice.

"You really do smell a bit."

"Ah! Shenhe! I'll bite you to death!"

Li Yuetong suddenly raised her head and looked at Shenhe, her expression one of shame and indignation, and she bared her teeth as she lunged at Shenhe.