In the living room, Chen Ze treated Lan Yao's wound. She cried in pain but couldn't forget about her disfigured face.

"In turbulent times, it's hard to predict people's hearts. You actually want to test human nature. Disfiguring your face is nothing compared to what would happen if two burly men came in. It would be your bodies lying in the yard."

We closed the doors and windows tightly, pulled the curtains tightly, and hid some food in the basement.

Now, we not only have to guard against zombies but also against the transformation of human nature in extreme situations.

No matter how sturdy the doors and windows are, there will come a day when they will be smashed. The basement is our last line of defense.

Standing at the stairwell, Lan Yao looked at the cramped 20-square-meter basement and complained, "What kind of lousy villa is this? The basement is so small."

"If you don't like it, you can leave right now."

"It seems like you've never really thought about kicking the two of us out."

Chen Ze, beside me, raised his arm covered in fish scales and stared at me with an unclear expression.

The medicine from the hospital has already been used up. The fish scales on his arm no longer fall off, but they haven't spread beyond his entire forearm either.

I glanced at him and said, "You saw the zombies yesterday too. Their entire bodies were rotting. At most, you can consider your condition a localized genetic mutation. But don't worry, when the day comes for both of you to turn into corpses, I won't hesitate."

I put down the bottle of mineral water in my hand and smirked, adding, "Besides, I can't handle a group of people or a group of zombies attacking me on my own."

With the two of you here, you can at least help me fend them off. But I didn't say these words aloud.