My best friend was so angry that she cursed loudly, and after cursing, she hugged me and burst into tears.

"You must have been in so much pain and fear at that time."

Xing Feng's eyes turned red. Without saying a word, he grabbed an axe and went out.

I quickly stopped him, "There are many zombies in the building now. Don't go out."

"They will attract the zombies, and he keeps shouting there. Others will soon know that we have supplies. I'll get rid of them first. You two, don't come out."

My best friend and I exchanged glances and said, "We'll go with you and be your assistants."

So Xing Feng took the axe, and my best friend and I followed him with batons and flashlights, slowly opening the doors in the corridor and going down floor by floor.

When we reached the twenty-third floor, this was the last door, and we didn't dare to open it. We looked through the peephole on the door.

A group of zombies were continuously pounding on the door of the twenty-third floor west unit. The door seemed to be on the verge of collapse but was always held up by something inside.

It seems they entered the house on the twenty-third floor.

Dealing with the zombies at the door alone was already troublesome for them. They probably won't be able to come here to cause trouble for us for a while.

Xing Feng checked the door again and found that it hadn't been damaged.

But it was still a hidden danger. I knew this family too well. As long as they were alive, they would definitely find a way to seize our supplies.

The next morning, the screams of zombies rang out in the community before dawn, making the empty and quiet environment of the community feel even colder.

The three of us sat in the living room, not daring to turn on the lights, quietly holding binoculars to observe downstairs.

The zombies that flooded into our building last night were gradually coming out of the corridor.

But they didn't leave; instead, they gathered underneath our building.

Wang Peng and the others must be hiding in this building.

But right now, we can't afford to think about them.

In the previous life, on the third day of the outbreak, the temperature rose rapidly and reached a maximum of fifty degrees. Many people survived the zombies but died in this heatwave.

This time, I made sufficient preparations. We have multiple fans alone since air conditioning consumes too much power, and the solar power is needed for the more than ten large freezers.

As expected, the temperature started to rise gradually from the third day of the apocalypse. It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the sun was still glaring in the sky.

The corpses bitten to death in the community began to emit a strong stench.

People felt dizzy and disoriented after smelling it.

My best friend closed all the doors and windows tightly, and she brewed a pot of traditional Chinese medicine for us to drink every day.