Chen Ze's steel gate, which he sold me to fix the flower vase, only lasted a week before being trampled by zombies.

While they were partying in the house, the three of us hid in the basement behind a door.

The entrance to the basement was well-hidden and remained undiscovered.

When there was no more commotion above, we went up to check, and the original two-story building was now open on all sides.

Not to mention preventing zombies, not even birds can be stopped.

Well, that's good. This is not a good hiding place for those looters who seize other people's resources, so they won't pay attention to my house.

We stayed in the basement for five days. We still had a few boxes of cookies, but we only had one bottle of water left.

Two days ago, Chen Ze and I went out to investigate the situation while Lanyao stayed home alone. She used up a whole box of mineral water to take a bath.

Her face, which had been injured, had not healed, and her instinctive craving for water was evident.

"We only have one bottle left. Which one of you will go out to find water? I can manage without water, but I'm afraid you won't be able to endure it."

The two of them glanced at each other and then looked at me together.

"Xinxin, both Chen Ze and I are injured. It's easy for us to be noticed by zombies if we go out, so we can only rely on you."

They actually put the responsibility on me.

I looked at the wound on Chen Ze's leg that was scratched by a zombie when he went out two days ago, and it was still emitting faint black smoke.

It was indeed unsafe to stay with these two people who could mutate at any time.

Plus, I also needed to go out and gather the latest information.

"Okay, I'll go."

As soon as I agreed, Lanyao breathed a sigh of relief, unable to conceal the gloating in her eyes.

"Were you hoping I wouldn't come back?"

"I, I wasn't. How could I?"

"I thought so. You probably aren't that foolish. If I don't come back, your water supply will be cut off, and in the end, whether it's you or Chen Ze, who will be the one to survive, it's still uncertain."

"We wouldn't harm each other."

"Is that so?"

I climbed up the stairs, closed the door to the basement, and looked at the two people huddled together. Once again, I played the role of the good person.

"Don't stand so close. It's hard to guard against a knife in the back."

The two people who were leaning against each other subtly moved to the side.

Killing with a knife is particularly effective in chaotic times.