Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 95 - Whatever, embarrassing herself wasn't a big deal if she could find out if Du Ruo was infected (3)
Du Ruo really didn't mutate anytime soon. He binged on phone games for several hours. Having lasted past sunset, he successfully won 10 yuan from Jiang Xu.
Before going to bed, Du Ruo dragged his sleeping bag to the other side of the small cafeteria to keep a distance from everyone else. He also found a bunch of pots and pans from the back kitchen, brought them out, and stacked them up to form a maze around his sleeping bag.
Zombies weren't smart enough. If he mutated, he would get up and kick these things over instead knowing to sneak around. The noise from that would alert the others.
After properly setting a trap for himself and giving himself an antiviral medicine, Du Ruo had insomnia. He felt so jittery. It felt too cold and his body ached like he had a fever. His mouth felt dry, and his throat felt parched no matter how much water he drank. He also had a lingering headache.
In the middle of the night, he quietly sat up and got out of his sleeping bag.
The light had already been turned off. Using the light from outside, Du Ruo looked at himself using the camera on his phone. The whites of his eyes were completely red, just like the eyes of zombies.
Du Ruo turned his head to look at everyone, who were soundly asleep. He put on his clothes, carefully navigate his way past his traps, and walked to the door.
Du Ruo knocked on the door and quietly said, "Bathroom."
The door opened.
The person on duty tonight was Tang Tang's classmate, the guy who had been guarding the metal gate earlier in the day. His name was Song Xiyi. He was the captain of the defense team and had volunteered to take on the extra duty of guarding this door at night.
Song Xiyi asked Du Ruo, "You want to go to the bathroom?"
When he got a clear look of Du Ruo's red eyes, he was startled.
Du Ruo had already slipped out the door and closed it behind him. "Hurry, let me out of here."
Song Xiyi hadn't recovered from his surprise yet.
Du Ruo ignored him. He hurried downstairs, not stopping for even a moment. "I'm about to mutate. Hurry up, let me out of here."
It was only then that Song Xiyi reacted. He followed closely after him to the gate and had the team guarding the gate open the metal gate.
Du Ruo rushed out the metal gate. He sighed in relief when he heard the gate closing behind him.
One second later, and it might have been too late. He really should have left last night, but he was reluctant to part from his friends.
In the apocalypse where social order and values had fallen to the wayside, it was rare to have such good friends. He was reluctant to give up that precious warmth. He had already procrastinated a day. He couldn't delay any longer. He had no leave now, no matter what.
It was too dangerous for them if he continued to stay. He knew that with their close friendship, Lu Xingchi wouldn't shoot him with a spike if he mutated. There would just be chaos, and someone might get hurt.
The best choice was for him to quietly leave. It was a pity that he couldn't say a final goodbye to them though.
Du Ruo looked around. The evening wind was pleasantly cool. Other than a few zombies on the tree-lined avenues, there was nothing of interest.
He hadn't mutated yet. He was still a human. Who knows? These zombies might eat him.
Du Ruo took a few steps forward. He thought; who's afraid of who? Let's see if your teeth can beat my fist! Give it your best shot!
But he was treated like air by the nearby zombies.
Du Ruo guessed that it was probably because it was too dark, and he looked too much like a zombie, so they couldn't tell the difference.