“Such a long distance and not a single zombie blocking the way, plus the zombies downstairs are all wandering in the shade—could it be that zombies dislike sunlight?” Brian Carter carefully observed the few zombies in the shaded area.

Sure enough, the zombies kept turning around and bumping into things, but never stepped into places with direct sunlight, only circling in the shade.

“In that case, as long as I run through the areas with direct sunlight, it shouldn’t be too dangerous.” But before that, all the zombies on the fifth and sixth floors still needed to be dealt with. The safety and cleanliness of those floors had to be ensured. Otherwise, the high temperatures could easily cause an outbreak of disease. Plus, there might be survivors or supplies in other people’s apartments.

Having made up his mind, Brian Carter sat cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, using the meditation technique from his previous life to recover the mental energy spent casting spells just now.

It took three hours to recover his mental strength, and that was only because Brian Carter’s meditation method was exceptionally effective.

Getting off the bed, Brian Carter checked the time: 2:40 in the afternoon.

He wrapped himself in three thick coats again, put on gloves, and tied on the wooden stake. He tucked a sheathed fruit knife into the back waistband of his jeans. Once everything was ready, Brian Carter changed into sneakers. He gently and slowly opened the security door, trying not to make any loud noises.

Outside the door, everything was silent.

Two corpses were stacked together and piled in the corner of the stairwell, with swarms of flies buzzing and crawling all over the bodies.

Brian Carter felt another wave of nausea, but quickly forced it down.

The neighbor’s security door was wide open. Brian Carter used the wooden stake to push open the iron door and slowly walked in.

A trail of blood was splattered across the dark red floor tiles, stretching from the entrance all the way into the living room, and then into the kitchen.

Brian Carter’s eyes narrowed. Although there were only the newlywed couple living next door, and there shouldn’t be anyone else, he couldn’t be sure if any guests had come over. However, with all the noise last night and no more zombies coming out, it should be safe here. Still, he had to stay alert.

Holding the wooden stake out in front, Brian Carter approached the kitchen step by step. There was a semi-transparent glass door between the kitchen and the living room. He gently pushed it open and saw the blood trail end by the kitchen sink. Only then did he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness, it should just be the blood from those two.” Brian Carter muttered, taking a deep breath to relax.

“Pa!”

“Who’s there?!” Brian Carter was startled. He shouted loudly, realizing the sound came from the bedroom. He raised the wooden stake and carefully walked over, pushing the door open.

“Wuu wuu…” Inside the bedroom, there was only a bed and a wardrobe that took up half the room. The sound was coming from the lower section of the wardrobe.

“Is there a living person in there?” Brian Carter called out loudly, pulling the fruit knife from his waist with his left hand.

“Help me… I’m alive… I’m a living person…” a weak female voice came from inside the wardrobe.

Brian Carter immediately let out another sigh of relief. He put away the knife and the wooden stake, walked over, and opened the wardrobe. The design of the wardrobe was quite clever—it was easy to open from the outside, but completely jammed from the inside, making it impossible to open. Brian Carter instantly understood why the person inside sounded so weak.

As soon as the wardrobe opened, a girl in a white T-shirt and jeans tumbled out, lying on her back on the floor and gasping for breath.

Brian Carter looked the girl up and down. She appeared to be in her twenties, with delicate features and the popular milky-white skin tone. Her shoulder-length black hair had lost its original style and hung messily over her shoulders. The white T-shirt had a big teddy bear on the chest, and the deep blue, stone-washed jeans hugged her long legs, outlining a perfect curve. But as the girl rolled out, an extremely foul, sour stench instantly filled the air. Brian Carter couldn’t help but cover his nose with his left hand.

“Thank you for saving me.” The girl struggled to prop herself up and stand. “I’ve been hiding in the wardrobe for two days. No food, no water—I don’t even know how much time has passed. If you hadn’t come, I probably would have starved to death in there.” The girl gratefully smiled at Brian Carter.

Brian Carter smiled back and said, “To survive something like this, you’re really lucky. But as for the owners of this apartment…”

The girl’s eyes immediately turned red.

“Mr. Thompson and Mrs. Carter…” She covered her mouth to keep from making a sound, but tears still streamed down her face.

“I can tell you were close to them.” Brian Carter glanced around the bedroom, confirmed there were no supplies, and without waiting for the girl’s reply, continued, “I’m going to look for some things. You wait here.” With that, he left the bedroom and returned to the kitchen.

He opened the beige cupboard, which was filled with various seasonings. Brian Carter found a plastic bag and put them all inside. The kitchen was well-equipped, and they had even bought liquefied gas. Brian Carter checked the gauge—only a little had been used, so he could move it to his own place. The fridge was stocked with plenty of fresh vegetables, fruits, and meat, which made Brian Carter, who had been worried about nutrition and vitamins, very happy. The rice bin was still full, enough for one person to eat for several months. Brian Carter also checked the water dispenser in the living room—there was still half a barrel of water left, so he decided to take that back as well.