Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse 27
How to Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse - Chapter 27 - Comparing It to Slaughtering a Chicken
This was the third zombie that An Ran had skillfully killed. Her proficiency in this task had grown, and she had begun developing a certain knack for it. She also felt that the zombie’s head was fragile when pierced, akin to stabbing a watermelon. These zombies were once human. Did that mean human skulls were as fragile as watermelons?
Having never killed a human before, she lacked any basis for comparison.
As the limp zombie collapsed, An Ran eased the door open a bit, allowing the zombie to slide through the gap, causing its brain matter to spill out upon hitting the ground.
But at this moment, An Ran had no time for contemplation. Killing zombies naturally attracted attention, and the second zombie had already approached, toppling onto the first one. An Ran quickly grabbed the zombie’s hair with one hand, lifted its head, and with a swift motion, she skillfully severed its throat.
It wasn’t particularly effective. Thick, strawberry jam-like blood oozed from the zombie’s throat, but it didn’t die. An Ran quickly delivered another blow with the blade entering through the throat and going deeper, thus effortlessly decapitating the entire head.
Beautiful! She mentally scored herself for this move, comparing it to slaughtering a chicken.
Yet, this didn’t bring any joy to An Ran. At that moment, she was overwhelmed with sorrow!
That was because these zombies were eerily human-like. Apart from lacking fangs and visible veins on their foreheads, An Ran felt like she was killing humans when she killed them.
Throughout her life, An Ran has never even killed a chicken. When she wanted to eat chicken meat, she would buy it from the market. She would watch the butchers behead the chickens and observe how they grasped the chicken’s head. They would lift it up before making a swift cut to the throat, allowing the blood to flow out…
She shivered, uncertain about the person she might become if she continued killing zombies—whether she would have turned into a murderer or deviated into a psychopath. She was clueless about the fate of these zombies, whether they could be saved in the future. An Ran was also unsure if her actions that day constituted murder. All these thoughts and uncertainties made An Ran feel that her life, even if not completely destroyed, was shattered almost beyond repair.
Not only was it her life, but also her beliefs and everything she had, gradually faded away with each fallen zombie, diminishing until it was almost gone!
A kind of resilient despair emerged on An Ran’s face. Her eyes were fixed on the third zombie approaching, which toppled onto the second zombie. Before it could climb back up, she swiftly moved, and dealt with the zombie with the knife in her hand.
A diamond rolled out from the head of the third fallen zombie, landing on the ground. Illuminated by the light filtering through the corridor, it emitted a dazzling brilliance.
An Ran picked it up and, amidst some brain matter, found diamonds in the heads of the second and first zombies as well. It seemed like each zombie’s head contained a diamond that was the size of a pomegranate seed. What were they for?
She didn’t know. They looked beautiful; maybe they were indeed diamonds. In that case, she hit the jackpot, didn’t she? For now, she decided to tuck them into her pocket and consider their use later.
The three nearby zombies had been dealt with. The zombies in the distance, who were alerted by the commotion, slowly approached. An Ran maintained ten seconds of silence, causing those approaching zombies to lose interest and scatter in other directions.
She crouched on the back of the fallen zombie, entered the neonatal unit, and silently moved towards the direction of the blue light room. The door to the blue light room was heavy, and it was the type of door that didn’t have any access cards or fingerprint passwords. Outsiders probably would have trouble opening it.
