Part 3Reborn back to the apocalypse, I built a safe house with handsome security guards

Over the next two weeks, I continued my frantic stockpiling, from toilet paper to skincare products, from hazmat suits to hand warmers. Everything I could think of, I bought, including generators, gas tanks, inflatable protective suits, and seeds for various vegetables and fruits…

Since I kissed Mark that day, he had barely made eye contact with me, probably angry.

He seemed like a conservative man, and I knew in his mind, I was probably already labeled “easy.”

But it didn’t matter. I was about to do something even more outrageous to him.

Initially, there were many news reports about people inexplicably biting others, but gradually, no related information could be found online. Uninformed people thought the situation had passed, but having lived through the last life, I knew a city-wide lockdown was coming soon.

That morning, I was woken by a scream from outside my window. I gently pulled open a sliver of the curtain and saw a man on the roadside suddenly convulsing on the ground. A kind driver got out to help him, but the man grabbed the driver’s neck and bit him.

Although I was mentally prepared, seeing this familiar scene still sent a ripple of panic through me.

I called Mark’s phone.

It rang for a long time before he answered, and before I could speak, he said, “Ms. Reed, I can’t accompany you today…”

“Help! I’m dying! Mark, save me…”

I hung up after saying that.

Sure enough, five minutes later, there was a knock on my apartment door.

“Ms. Reed, are you alright? What happened?”

I felt like a hunter whose trap had worked, a smirk playing on my lips.

He wasn’t someone who would stand by and watch others die; I knew that better than anyone.

I opened the door.

Mark was covered in sweat, as if he had run all the way. He saw me standing there perfectly fine, realized he’d been tricked, and looked angrily as if to leave.

But I pulled him straight into the apartment, closing the door behind me and locking it with the keypad.

“Ms. Reed, what are you doing?” he frowned.

I leaned against the door, giving him a smile. “Nothing much. Just want to be with you.”

From Mark’s expression, he definitely thought I was crazy.

“Ms. Reed, please don’t joke around. I’m very busy today.”

Mark tried to open the door, but I stood in his way, refusing to move. He seemed to lose his patience, closing in on me and pressing me against the door.

“Ms. Reed, locking yourself in with a stranger like this is actually very dangerous.”

The intense masculine scent made my heart pound. His arms and chest were firm and hot. With our bodies pressed together, I felt my heart beating wildly.

“Oh? What danger? I don’t see any.” I retorted, putting on a brave face.

Mark lowered his head, his lips almost brushing my earlobe.

“I’m a man. Aren’t you afraid I might do something to you?”

I looked up, meeting his gaze.

“I’m not afraid, because I trust you.”

Mark froze. He took a deep breath, then silently took a step back, returning to his usual serious and distant demeanor.

However, his flushed face betrayed him, revealing his momentary loss of control.

“Ms. Reed, please open the door. I’m really busy today.”

Just then, sirens wailed outside the window. A drone circled in the sky, its loudspeaker broadcasting repeatedly—

“Please do not panic, all citizens. Stay indoors and do not go outside. Please trust that we will resolve this crisis as quickly as possible…”

It had finally begun.

I took out my phone. The news could no longer be suppressed; all ten trending topics on Ins were about zombies.

I showed my phone to Mark.

“Now, you can’t leave even if you wanted to.”

Day one of the zombie outbreak.

After more than half a month of preparation, I finally achieved my goal—

To build a safe house, stocked with supplies.

Then, to lock myself in with a security guard named Mark Davies.