Sickly Girl Doesn’t Die in Zombie Simulator 78p1

Chapter 78: Sweeping Through Fuzhou p1

“Let me see the wounds on your legs.”
“Mm…”
“Nice figure. Quite toned.”
“Maybe it’s from all the hunger…”
“Eh? Why are you blushing? Dizzy?”
“No, just… a little itchy…”

Inside a cleared-out dormitory room, Lin Xiwan was washing her sister.

It had been a while since she had bathed her sister; the last time she’d tried, Lin Jiayao had already showered.

But… her sister’s figure seemed slightly different now.

Her waist seemed smaller, perhaps from hunger.

Although it still felt soft and comfortable to the touch, it made her wonder how it had happened.

As a woman, Lin Xiwan was sensitive to these subtle changes, especially in her sister, with whom she spent almost every waking moment.

She could tell even if her sister lost a single pound, let alone a change in muscle tone.

She touched her sister every day; how could she not notice the difference?

And what surprised her even more was that the red scratches on her sister’s thighs, which had looked quite deep, had almost completely disappeared while she was out scavenging.

Were they not that deep after all…? She had thought the flesh had been torn, that there had even been blood.

After cleaning Lin Jiayao’s legs with bottled water, Lin Xiwan was finally relieved.

It seemed the blood had made the wounds look worse than they were.

Perhaps it wasn’t even her sister’s blood, but her own?

That was possible. Her own hands had been covered in blood when she woke up, but she hadn’t found any wounds.

Reaching her sister’s groin, Lin Xiwan breathed a sigh of relief.

Clean, no blood or wounds. Even in her dream, she hadn’t…

But her sister’s reaction was… intense, her body sensitive. Lin Xiwan didn’t want to probe further, just gently cleaned her with her hand.

She usually used a towel, but there weren’t any available now.

Perhaps that was why her sister’s face was so red.

If her sister were bathing her like this, she herself would probably be… no, she would definitely be blushing too.

Thinking this, Lin Xiwan quickened her actions.

After cleaning her sister, she dressed her in her own clothes.

She didn’t want to wear the Voodoo Cult clothes; she would have to search for some from Brother Gou’s convoy later, from the vehicles that had been knocked into the fields.

For now, her own clothes would do. Her sister’s clothes were torn and offered no warmth or even proper coverage.

After dressing her sister in her slightly oversized t-shirt and pants, Lin Xiwan cleaned herself.

Her own washing was much quicker and less thorough.

She would have to scavenge for supplies later; there was no point in being too meticulous; she would just get dirty again.

After showering, still damp, she put on her sister’s clothes.

The pants fit well enough; their waist sizes weren’t that different, though the pants were a bit short.

And they were likely torn by her.

Putting on the half a t-shirt, however, was pure torture.

It had already been a bit small for her, and now, with the bottom half ripped off…

The shirt, which reached about five centimeters above her sister’s navel, was now a tight-fitting sports bra on Lin Xiwan.

“Sigh… Ugh…” Lin Xiwan felt slightly constricted, unable to breathe properly.

Large breasts weren’t an advantage in the apocalypse, especially when you needed to be agile.

If only she could switch with her sister… then her movements wouldn’t be restricted, and she could… ahem…

Looking down at her sister, Lin Xiwan realized she was staring intently, as if having read her mind.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, she crouched down in front of her sister, her back to her. “Let’s go find you some new clothes.”

“Okay.”

Lin Jiayao wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck.

Then, she felt herself being lifted onto her sister’s back, as light as a feather.

Lin Xiwan, carrying her sister, her right hand holding the rifle, left the dormitory area and headed towards the factory gate.

She had already searched the surrounding area; it was safe.

Nearing the factory entrance, both sisters saw the scene at the warehouse.

“Do you know what happened there?” Lin Xiwan asked, pointing at the collapsed warehouse with her rifle.

“No,” Lin Jiayao shook her head, her chin resting on her sister’s shoulder, looking at the devastation.

She had only eliminated the leader. The rest had killed each other in their frenzy; it had nothing to do with her. That was the truth.

“I know,” Lin Xiwan said with a smile, a hint of pride in her voice. “I found the Voodoo Cult leader’s logbook.”

“Logbook?” Lin Jiayao was surprised.

“Yes, like a captain’s log,” Lin Xiwan explained, anticipating her sister’s question. “It seems every Voodoo Cult team or outpost leader is required to keep a log.”

“The first page explained what happened. It seems it’s a requirement from their higher-ups.”

“And every team has a designated log keeper, and their logs are compared when they’re submitted.”

“It seems this is to prevent infiltration by Mimic zombies… the fungal zombies Survivor’s Light talked about…”

Lin Xiwan shared what she’d read.

According to the logbook, this Voodoo Cult group had intended to occupy this location long-term, using it as a supply depot.

They were the advance team; more Voodoo Cult warriors would be arriving to clear the city.

And the logbook also hinted at what had happened last night.

The Awakened who had written the log had lamented not having this ability before the apocalypse.

If he had, he could have ruled the world, controlling powerful figures, using the moth powder to build a harem of beautiful women.

And no one would dare kill him. Without a constant supply of the powder, those addicted would descend into madness and become extremely violent.

It was the perfect ability.

Unfortunately, this was the apocalypse, and there were many other Awakened with even stranger abilities. He could only be a small-time leader in the Voodoo Cult.

Lin Xiwan deduced that she and her sister had likely inhaled the moth powder and gone berserk.

But in their frenzy, something had gone wrong. The Awakened hadn’t been able to fully control Lin Xiwan, who, in turn, had killed him. And the powder-addled Voodoo Cult members had turned on each other.

Even in the chaos, she had protected her sister, brought her out of the warehouse, and even achieved a breakthrough, almost reaching C-rank.

This was the most plausible explanation.

“Wow… Sister is so amazing.” Lin Jiayao kissed her sister’s neck. “Thank you, Sister.”

“You’re my little sister, protecting you is my duty,” Lin Xiwan said, feeling a surge of strength and pride from her sister’s praise and kiss. Like eating ice cream on a hot summer day.

And not only had she gained her sister’s adoration, but she’d also saved two little girls, and now they had an entire Voodoo Cult outpost worth of supplies to loot, including possibly a few working jeeps.

The fear and tension from stumbling into the Voodoo Cult’s base vanished; this was the best day ever.

Ever since leaving the camp with her sister, they had been incredibly lucky.

Her adorable sister was clearly her good luck charm.

Thinking this, she nuzzled her sister’s cheek before gently placing her on the roadside.

“Yao, wait here for me. I’ll see if there are any working vehicles.”

Lin Xiwan pinched her sister’s cheek and then walked towards the jeeps that had been knocked into the field by the heavy truck.

The jeeps were partially submerged in the muddy water, about twenty or thirty centimeters deep.

But the water hadn’t reached the chassis, and not all of them had overturned; many were just on their sides. She even saw two that hadn’t flipped at all.

Lin Xiwan took off her shoes, placed them by the roadside, and waded through the mud towards the two intact black jeeps.

Her legs were getting muddy again. That’s why she hadn’t bothered cleaning herself thoroughly earlier – she would just get dirty again.

Reaching the first jeep, she saw that the driver’s side door was open, the window riddled with bullet holes, bloodstains on the seat.

They had been ambushed while still in their vehicles, their bodies dragged out later.

Ignoring the dried blood, Lin Xiwan glanced back at her sister, still sitting obediently by the roadside, and then climbed into the jeep.

The engine, having been left running all night, had stalled. She tried restarting it, but it only sputtered.

Either the jeep was damaged, or it was out of fuel.

Fortunately, the Voodoo Cult had a ridiculous amount of gasoline – so much that Lin Xiwan suspected they controlled an oil field.

She would just have to fetch a few jerrycans later.

Looking at the incline between the road and the field, if the jeep wasn’t damaged, it should be able to drive up.

Giving up on starting the engine, she climbed into the back and started searching for supplies.

Canned food, water, guns, guns, bullets, bullets, bullets…

Besides food and water, only guns and ammunition; this must have been a combat vehicle.

Lin Xiwan climbed out and waded through the mud towards the other jeep.

Lin Jiayao watched her sister, her chin resting on her hand.

Her left hand was on the ground, her fingernails touching the surface, Bone Spike Lurker activated, scanning for any dangers.

The sunshower was almost over; the rain no longer interfered as much with Bone Spike Lurker, increasing its range and sensitivity.

Heavy rain had a significant impact; any sustained, high-frequency vibrations disrupted it, and it couldn’t detect airborne creatures.

It wasn’t as useful as she’d initially thought; she was finally seeing its limitations.

No wonder the system classified it as a gray evolution.

I need to find a better detection ability…

Perhaps a zombie with sonar?

While waiting for her sister, Lin Jiayao occasionally checked the login interface.

The fourth zombie’s slot was still grayed out, “Logging in,” but she didn’t know what was happening there.

Her mental strength wasn’t strong enough to resist the influence of Hunting Instinct.

If she logged in now, she wouldn’t be able to switch back until the extraction was complete or her sister woke her up.

And she didn’t want to experience the taste of zombie flesh again.

That taste…

Ugh…

But the thought of that taste reminded her of something she’d almost forgotten.

The fourth zombie was in Fuzhou City…

Although it wouldn’t come this far, her sister had mentioned in her explanation of the Voodoo Cult’s log that they were planning to sweep through Fuzhou City.

Why would the Voodoo Cult send people all the way to Fuzhou City? To occupy this place?

But besides a few large canneries, there wasn’t much here.

And other provinces also had canneries, just not as large.

Sweeping through an entire city just for a cannery… it didn’t seem logical… The Voodoo Cult might be insane, but their actions usually had a purpose.

They must have another motive for targeting Fuzhou City.

It was just a coincidence that her fourth zombie had been assigned there, right before the sweep.

Hopefully, it would extract before the Voodoo Cult arrived; otherwise, there was nothing she could do to save it.

She didn’t want to lose such an efficient, automated leveling machine. With the fourth zombie, she could maximize the system’s use, gaining evolutions even while she slept.

Hopefully, upgrading the Control Center would unlock a “multi-login” function.

One zombie on autopilot, one controlled by her for targeted exploration and resource gathering, would be much more efficient.

But even with that ability, her mental strength needed to be much stronger.

It seemed that [Vigor Lv.2] would be a must-have evolution, unless a gold evolution appeared alongside it.

“Yao—”

Her sister’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

She looked up and saw her sister waving a large, unopened bag of clothes.

“What color t-shirt do you want—?”

It seemed her sister had found some clothes.

“Black—”

Lin Jiayao cupped her hands around her mouth and replied.

“And a skirt—?”

“No—”

Lin Jiayao had no particular preference for colors or clothes. She chose black for practicality.

And skirts… impractical and unsuitable for the apocalypse, not even a consideration.

Although she didn’t really need pants either…

Seeing her sister return to the car, Lin Jiayao returned her attention to the system.

Only a few helmets and two ammo vests with magazines remained in the warehouse.

She had taken the guns, attributing their discovery to the Voodoo Cult; now she just had to find an opportunity to take out the magazines.

Then her warehouse would be empty again…

She would have to log into the third zombie and find more ammunition. Guns were useless without bullets.

And she could also continue evolving the Hive Zombie’s abilities.

Although those types of zombies were disgusting, they were undeniably powerful.

Capable of commanding hordes… with their abilities, she wouldn’t have to fear any zombies.

And she also wanted to assess the situation in America.

America, the land of the free, the beacon of hope… she wondered how they were faring in the apocalypse.

If there were any powerful organizations there, she would find a way to infiltrate them and acquire their zombie research data, which would be invaluable to her.

After the fourth zombie extracted, she would log into the third, the Hive Zombie.

“Pitter-patter—”

Wet footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw her sister approaching, carrying her shoes, rifle, and a large bag.

“I left a lot of stuff in that other car. I’ll be back later to get some gasoline and see if there are any working vehicles,” Lin Xiwan said, placing the bag beside Lin Jiayao and handing her the shoes.

Lin Jiayao took them, placed the shoes and rifle on top of the bag, and hugged it.

Lin Xiwan knelt down, lifted her sister in a princess carry, and then, barefoot, walked towards the factory entrance.

Passing the gate again, she paused. “Those two little girls are still inside… I’ll set these doors on fire later.”

Lin Jiayao nodded slightly.

Then she remembered something. “Sister, what are you going to do with those two little girls?”

Lin Jiayao intended to leave them at a safe camp. They were too young, even if one was an Awakened, it would be inconvenient to take them along.

Her sister’s safety was her priority; she couldn’t properly care for two children while also protecting her sister.

But she didn’t know what her sister was thinking.

Although usually aloof towards strangers, Lin Xiwan was kind at heart.

Her coldness was a necessary shield in this world. Given the chance, she would always show her warmth and compassion.

She worried that her sister might be too soft-hearted.

“Hmm… Brother Gou’s daughters… sigh…”

Lin Xiwan sighed, seemingly thinking about Brother Gou’s tragic fate.

She felt indebted to the camp leader who had saved their lives.

Now, with Brother Gou dead, his two daughters orphaned, she couldn’t just abandon them.

After a moment of thought, she said, “I’ll… I’ll take them out of Fuzhou City and find a safe camp for them.”

“The older one seems to have Awakened her ability, so a camp will surely take them in.”

She smiled at her sister. “We also need to find a camp to rest, don’t we?”

“Those Voodoo Cult members must have quite a few blood crystals on them. It’ll take some time to search… Let’s go back and see if the girls are awake.”

She didn’t really want to take them along.

Protecting her immobile sister was already difficult enough, and her sister’s safety was her top priority. She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to protect the two girls as well; it wouldn’t be responsible.

“We’ll ask them if they remember anything from last night. Maybe they didn’t inhale too much of that powder.”