The faint roar of zombies came from outside the door.

Through the door, I could hear it loud and clear.

I first pressed against the door with force, then began a fierce mental struggle.

Is the special substance referring to this zombie?

What the hell, how can a zombie be a special substance? Could it be that the zombies here also have something like the crystal nucleus in novels?

My mind was in a mess.

But an idea told me that if I wanted to survive, I had to kill this zombie.

If I couldn't get hold of this so-called special substance, my future days wouldn't be good.

Moreover, it's just a matter of dying early or dying late. Damn it, I'll fight with you, you stupid zombie!

Gritting my teeth, I searched the room for a moment.

Finally, I put on a long-sleeved shirt and pants.

I wrapped a scarf around my neck and put on the bandit mask I had used for pranks on my head.

It's ridiculous. I never thought that one day I would wear it to fight a zombie...

I still hesitated for a while and ultimately took out a pair of pliers from the landlord's toolbox.

These pliers were not small, but the weight was fine. They were more suitable for a delicate and helpless girl like me.

After giving it some thought, I felt that my preparations were not enough.

After searching around, I finally found my only bottle of high-proof liquor.

I held a refillable lighter in my hand and decided to douse it in alcohol as soon as I went out, then burn it to death.

After completing the preparations, I once again stuck my eye to the peephole to observe the direction where the zombie was.

Great, it seems that it's not right outside my door for now.

But according to the Obi Island, this guy hasn't gone far.