Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse 13
How to Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse - Chapter 13 - She wasn't Infected
“Don’t shout!” An Ran weakly raised her head as she turned her hand backwards to close the door. She glanced at the startled woman in bed number 18 before turning her attention towards Hu Zhen at bed number 17 and said, “Where is your phone? Give it to me quickly, I need to call the police!”
“I’ve already called the police!” The delicate woman on bed number 18 frowned, anxiously pressing on her phone again as she watched An Ran crawling on the floor, “I called the police to report my husband missing, but the phone line has been busy the whole time! The police in this country are so useless! Hmph!!!”
Her husband had only been missing for two hours, and this delicate woman had already called the police to report him missing and expecting them to look for her husband?!
An Ran got up from the floor, speechless. She then laboriously reached into her maternity bag that was placed on the bedside to fish out a new pair of sanitary panties. Hu Zhen of bed number 17 at least had more IQ than the delicate woman of bed number 18. Even though she couldn’t move from her bed, she was looking at An Ran with a worried expression on her face as she asked, “What happened to you? Why do you want to call the police? My phone is in the drawer.”
An Ran shook her head. She didn’t need the phone right now since the woman in bed number 18 had already called the police, and she was still trying to get through the police line. It would not help even if she used Hu Zhen’s phone to make a call.
“I saw something outside.” An Ran took a deep breath and recalled the disgusting scene that she witnessed earlier. She suppressed her fear as much as she could and calmly replied to Hu Zhen, “There are people eating other people!”
“Huh?” Hu Zhen raised her head in confusion, but the movement sent a jolt of pain through her wounds, causing her to rest her head back on the pillow.
The delicate woman of bed number 18 couldn’t help but snort as she chuckled, while continuing dialing the number of both the police and her husband. She shot An Ran a disdainful look, as if thinking that only a commoner like An Ran would make such a crazy statement like this, which she deemed fitting for An Ran’s identity as well.
An Ran did not try to make both women of bed number 17 and 18 believe her words. She simply glanced at the delicate woman of number 18 as she went into the bathroom, shivering. She then changed her sanitary panties that were full of her lochia to a new pair.
Without washing her hands using the darkened water, An Ran found some toilet paper and used it to wipe away the blood stains on her hands. She then leaned on the wash basin and looked at her ghastly appearance in the mirror. Lifting up her bangs, she took a closer look at her forehead, which fortunately, she found that she was not infected.
In the far end of the corridor, the song “Little Fox Spirit” that had been continuously playing finally came to an end due to the dead phone battery. The phone screen dimmed, and the surrounding monsters who successfully “evolved” had finally lost their target. They began to slowly disperse with some heading towards the end of the corridor, and the others towards the room where An Ran was.
Meanwhile, in a place far, far Northwest, inside a brightly lit auditorium were several tables set up with red banners hanging on the walls that read ‘Farewell to Comrade Zhan Lian on His Glorious Retirement’. Below the banners was a room full of corpses wandering around aimlessly in camouflage uniforms. There were a bunch of nearly devoured skeletons on the ground too. The food and dishes on the table remained largely untouched, yet the floor was splattered with red blood stains and yellow phlegm.
Zhan Lian was covered in blood from head to toe. He was clenching his hand into a fist, still dripping in fresh blood. The blood fell to the ground drop by drop, which formed a small puddle. He sat on a stool in the kitchen with one foot resting on the knee of the other leg. His other free hand was holding a phone, in which he repeatedly dialed An Ran’s number until her phone battery finally died.
