Apocalypse Rebirth: Beauties Surround Me-Chapter 58: I won’t get rabies

Benjamin's mind raced as he contemplated the situation. He then made a threatening gesture, causing the small dog to retreat two steps.

Seizing the opportunity, he dodged past the dog and limped into a household on the fourth floor, hastily closing the door behind him.

Outside, he could hear the dog's barking and scratching at the door.

"Animals will be animals!" Benjamin muttered, ignoring the dog and starting to survey the room.

He remembered this was Daisy's home. The layout of the room was simple and easy to understand.

Benjamin searched through several rooms, but apart from the locked bedroom, he found no food. Not even a speck of dust.

No, he couldn't say there was no food. There was a bag of dog biscuits.

He glanced at the locked door, pinning his hopes on it.

Benjamin turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, only to find a figure standing before him.

"Hmm? Someone?" Benjamin was initially startled, but seeing the person unmoving, he relaxed.

At least it wasn't a zombie; otherwise, it would have attacked him already!

He carefully examined the person, dressed in a Neir: Automata protagonist costume, holding a curved white long knife. Although he couldn't see the face, based on the exposed fair skin on the back and the slender legs, Benjamin imagined her stunning figure and breathtaking appearance.

This was an artist's self-cultivation!

Was she Abigail?

Benjamin quickly recalled. At this moment, he faintly heard the woman murmuring.

mand..."

Benjamin looked at the woman's cosplay costume and listened to her words, feeling a twinge of sourness in his heart.

Playing quite lavishly, huh?

All under the master's command?

Standing at the doorway, Benjamin envied and resented.

All he could think of was the man who had intimate contact with Abigail during these days, seemingly the man from the floor above.

Damn it, why didn't I encounter such a good thing?

He suddenly felt that what he had been doing before was outdated.

But soon, he felt a sense of schadenfreude.

After all, that man disappeared, and everything in this building was now his.

But gradually, he also felt something strange.

Given the noise he made kicking the door and rummaging through the room, and now, even opening the bedroom door, he was only a few meters away from her. Why was Abigail still indifferent?

mand..."

Abigail kept repeating this phrase, her back facing him.

Was she dumb?

Benjamin put on a gentle smile and softly called out, "Beauty!"

Abigail's head moved slightly.

Seeing a response, Benjamin's voice became even gentler and more magnetic.

"You are... Abigail, right?"

"I... am... Abigail..."

Getting confirmation from her, Benjamin continued, "I'm a teacher from your school. Do you remember me?"

Abigail didn't answer, repeating the phrase "I am Abigail" instead.

Is she really dumb?

Benjamin became bolder. He was about to step into the room when his movement seemed to trigger something.

Abigail, who had her back to him, suddenly turned around, her expressionless face, but a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him.

Benjamin's hair stood on end, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Were those... zombie eyes?!

There was no mistaking it!

During the descent with the middle-aged man, Benjamin had carefully observed the zombies. Red whites of the eyes, gray pupils; it was a standard feature of every zombie.

His body froze in place, not daring to move.

Soon, he realized that Abigail wasn't attacking him.

His suspended heart relaxed slightly.

But he didn't dare to step forward again.

He could see the increasing intensity of the killing intent in Abigail's blood-red eyes.

The way she looked at her prey was chilling!

While keeping an eye on Abigail to prevent any sudden movements, Benjamin slowly retreated, then closed the door firmly behind him.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's going on with this Abigail? Is she a zombie? But she doesn't seem to be like other zombies, attacking on sight..."

Benjamin remembered Abigail's repetitive words.

"Could it be that the man upstairs can control zombies? Giving her some kind of command?"

He carefully recalled his actions. Everything was normal outside the door, but as soon as he tried to enter, it was as if he had triggered something...

"Never mind, she can't come out if the door is closed. As long as I don't provoke her, it's fine!"

After all, his target wasn't here.

Benjamin decided to ignore it, retreating to the guest room.

Although he didn't find any food, there was a bucket of drinking water.

Benjamin used clean water to clean the wound on his leg and then bandaged it with a clean towel.

"Damn it, I have to kill that dog!"

The wound wasn't as painful as before, but it still wasn't comfortable.

"Now there's no vaccine to take, I won't get rabies, will I?"

Benjamin felt a bit worried. He took several large gulps of water to alleviate his hunger. "Thinking about this won't help. The most urgent matter is to find something to eat. Otherwise, I'll become weaker and won't be able to deal with that woman upstairs."

Benjamin tore apart a mop in the room, leaving only the handle, then walked out into the hallway.

The small dog was still wandering there, barking furiously as soon as it saw him.

Benjamin swung the mop handle at the dog, but it agilely dodged.

At least it kept its distance from him a bit.

He returned to the first floor, pushing door after door in each apartment.

Eventually, he found that except for Daisy's apartment on the fourth floor, all the others were locked.

He had the key to the apartment of the old lady on the first floor, but upon entering, he found it empty, with no food or drink left.

It had clearly been searched through. He had no choice but to return to Daisy's apartment.

"It seems they've searched through this whole building! Now, the only place to find food is from that woman upstairs!"

Benjamin sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

"But she's blocked the door. How can I get in? No, besides the door, there are windows! All I need to do is hang a rope down from upstairs and break the window to get in..."

Benjamin's eyes lit up. "But the sixth floor is also locked, so I'll need to break in. It'll take quite a bit of strength... To be absolutely sure, I need to replenish some energy first. It'll take a lot of strength to go down from the window... As long as I can get into the house, dealing with a woman will be easy!

I won't have to worry about food and drink then, and I'll have a woman to play with..."

Benjamin kept constructing plans in his mind, then glanced at the dog biscuits nearby.

...

In the second-floor hallway, hiding, was the middle-aged man named Christopher.

He had served in the military before and later got involved in some illegal business with his fellow townsfolk in Neoville city.

When the virus broke out and communication was cut off, unsure of the situation, he had been cautious and stayed hidden in his house.

Now, with food and drink running low, he had no choice but to come out.

Thanks to years of consistent exercise, his skills hadn't deteriorated much.

Dealing with a few zombies was easy for him.

Through the encounters, he realized that zombies weren't actually that scary.

Their movements were stiff, and they were less agile than regular people.

As long as he protected himself well, dealing with zombies was a piece of cake.

It's just that most ordinary people didn't have the courage to get up close and fight zombies.