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Once she was done with everything, Chloe tried flipping the light switch and was surprised and delighted to find the room still had power. 

She rummaged through every drawer and cabinet, finally digging up the remote for the AC in one of them. 

Chloe switched on the central AC in the living room, and the place slowly warmed up. Her clothes were still smeared with zombie gore and reeked horribly, so she stripped them off and hung them up. 

She left the black outfit unwashed, figuring it might come in handy next time she had to head out. 

Chloe headed to the restroom and took a long, hot shower. She finally felt human again. 

She slipped into a pair of light blue flannel pajamas, her long hair draped casually around her waist. 

Her brows were bare yet naturally pretty, her lips untouched by color, and her eyes sparkled like cold stars in the night sky, pure but carrying a chill. 

She looked every bit the delicate beauty, but just standing there, she gave off a subtle, deadly aura like someone who’d survived hell itself, walking out from mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. 

Chloe lounged lazily on the couch, took out a radio from her spiritual space, and switched it on. 

Static crackled through the speakers as she scanned through the stations. Finally, she caught a voice from the outside world. 

The signal kept cutting in and out, so Chloe had to guess at the meaning from the broken transmission. 

The military was working hard to set up shelters and clear out the zombies. Residents were urged to hang in there for a few more days. Helicopters were already dropping supplies and weapons to the ground. 

Until the government rescue teams arrived, everyone had to survive on their own, 

Chloe picked up more news about the bases; the military was setting up massive shelters, and the nearest one was the Bluehaven Base, roughly 500 miles out. 

The route would pass straight through the county where Linda lived, all in a direct line. 

Chloe lounged on the couch, pulled out a map from her spiritual space, and started studying it. Before long, someone knocked at the door. 

Her whole body went on high alert. “Who’s there?” 

Chloe snatched up the machete from the table, got to her feet, and checked the peephole. 

Outside stood a man with a bushy beard, grinning at her through the peephole with a greasy, flattering smile plastered on 

his face. 

Just as Chloe was about to turn away, a gruff voice shouted from outside, “Hey, pretty lady, I’ve got some supplies here. Interested?” 

Chloe didn’t say a word. She just covered the peephole and sat back down on the couch, her face cold and unreadable. 

‘Nobody’s that friendly unless they want something or they’re up to no good, Chloe thought. That guy’s bad news. When did he start watching me?‘ 

The doorbell rang again. Chloe kept ignoring it, but when she couldn’t take it anymore, she yanked the couch away from the door, gripped her machete, and swung it aggressively right at the guy’s head. 

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Chloe snapped, “Damn it, you’re driving me crazy. Keep banging on my door, and I’ll hack you up.” 

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The man jumped three feet in the air, barely dodging the blade. He slapped his chest, shouting, “Holy crap, you nearly killed 

me.” 

But he shamelessly came right back, only to dodge again when Chloe raised the machete for another swing. 

“Hey, pretty lady, I really want to team up with you. Just hear me out. Whoa, easy,” he yelped. 

The machete whizzed right past him, making the guy shriek like a scared cat. 

From the peephole in Room 1, a skinny guy was secretly watching everything unfold, his eyes full of understanding. 

“Figures, that explains it,” he muttered. 

His wife came out of the bedroom, confused. “What are you looking at now, honey?” 

The skinny guy covered the peephole, let out a long sigh of relief, then his eyes flashed with disdain. 

“I thought some badass had moved in, but it’s just some girl using her looks to get by,” he sneered. 

Still, that girl was drop–dead gorgeous. No wonder even Frank, that ruthless killer, was tempted by her. 

He glanced at his own short, chubby wife and couldn’t help but feel a little bitter. 

His gaze flickered, and he found himself thinking about his new neighbor in a way he hadn’t before. 

“Wait, you mean Frank’s got his eye on that girl next door?” his wife asked. 

The skinny guy nodded. 

Meanwhile, Frank staggered back into his room, looking like he’d just crawled out of a battlefield. His clothes were ripped to pieces, and his face was covered in fresh scratches. 

If he hadn’t been quick on his feet, that blade would’ve sliced his face clean in half. 

He ran his fingers over the bloody marks on his face, gritting his teeth from the sting. 

“Damn, that girl’s a real savage,” Frank muttered, his resolve to follow her only growing stronger. 

Frank prided himself on reading people right, and he could tell Chloe was no ordinary girl. She’d stomped on those zombies with those cold, dead eyes, like watching a demon descend from the underworld. 

She had a killer vibe, fiery and sharp, with a lethal edge that made one think twice about messing with her. 

Frank just knew deep down that if he followed Chloe, his life was headed for something big. 

Chloe shut the door, shoved the couch back in front of it, her expression icy and guarded. 

She had no clue what that bearded guy was really after. ‘Out of nowhere, he wants to team up? That’s suspicious as hell. Looks like I need to get out of here tomorrow, Chloe thought. 

Outside, the occasional zombie growls echoed through the air, but Chloe didn’t even think about going out. 

Instead, she opened a bag of sandwiches and slurped them down, enjoying every mouthful. 

As evening fell, Chloe didn’t bother with the bedroom; she just stretched out right on the couch, blocking the door. That way, if trouble came knocking, she’d be up and ready in a heartbeat. 

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Suddenly, Emily’s scream rang out from the bedroom, and Chloe rushed in. 

“What’s wrong?” Chloe asked. 

Emily was standing by the window, holding a pair of binoculars and staring down at the street below. 

Her face was very pale, and she looked like she might collapse at any second. 

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The streets below were crawling with zombies and mutant creatures, packed so tight there wasn’t even a spot to step. 

If anyone dared step outside, they’d be swarmed in seconds, torn apart until there wasn’t even a bone left. 

“Chloe, look outside,” Emily cried, her voice trembling. 

Chloe took the binoculars. Even though she’d already guessed what she might see, the sight still made her suck in a sharp breath. 

“We can’t stay in this city any longer. We’re leaving first thing tomorrow,” Chloe said, her voice firm. 

Emily gave a distracted nod, and then it hit her; she’d totally forgotten about Vivian. 

She looked around and realized they weren’t in their old room anymore. “Where are they?” Emily asked. 

“I broke their arms and threw them out. We’re on the 22nd floor now,” Chloe said. 

Emily just nodded, keeping quiet. 

“Chloe, looks like the power’s still on in here. Got any flour stashed away in your spiritual space?” Emily asked. 

Chloe nodded, and without another word, she pulled out a bag of flour and a large container of fresh water right in front of them. 

Emily scooped up some water to wash her hands, then started mixing the flour into the dough as she explained to Chloe. 

“We don’t know how long we’ll be traveling for, so let’s prep some cooked food now. We can’t eat anything too fragrant, or the smell might attract unwanted attention,” she said. 

She kept chattering away as she worked, shaping the dough into flatbreads. 

“Flatbreads really stick to your ribs and don’t give off much smell, so they’re perfect for when we’re on the move,” Emily said. 

“I know you’ve got some ready–made dishes in your spiritual space, but that’d just attract too much attention,” she added. 

Chloe watched as Emily kept talking and nodded in agreement. 

At times like this, just having something to eat was already a blessing. If they started feasting, it’d definitely make people 

notice.