Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 450

Nie Yizhou initially wanted to go help, but his phone suddenly rang at that moment.

The bartender and the bitten girl both turned their heads toward him almost simultaneously.

Four pitch-black eyes stared straight at him.

"Shit!"

Realizing something was wrong, he immediately sprinted toward the security booth in the residential area.

When he had stepped out earlier, he noticed the light inside was on, but no one was there.

It would be the perfect place to hide.

The moment he took off running, the two figures on the ground lunged at him.

He dashed into the booth, locking the door behind him and frantically shutting the windows.

But just as the window was about to close, a bloodied hand shot through the gap.

Nie Yizhou: !!!

Summoning all his strength, he slammed the window shut with a violent push.

Finally, the hand was severed in the middle, and four severed fingers dropped onto the table.

He nearly vomited from the sight.

At least the window was closed now.

After securing it tightly, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

Only then did he notice his phone was still ringing.

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He quickly answered.

"Mom, where are you? Are you okay?" he asked urgently, crouching down and lowering his voice.

But all he heard from the other end was heavy, ragged breathing.

"Zhouzhou, don’t panic, just listen to me..."

The tone of her voice immediately set Nie Yizhou on edge.

A terrible premonition gripped him.

"There’s a strange virus spreading in Rong City," Mom’s voice continued. "If someone gets bitten, they turn into monsters immediately—they start biting others. You’re home alone, so lock the doors and don’t go outside. There’s still some food in the fridge, a bag of rice, and over ten pounds of flour..."

Hearing her speak as if she were delivering her final words, Nie Yizhou panicked.

"Mom, tell me you’re okay, right?"

His voice was pleading, desperate for reassurance.

But there was only silence on the other end—followed by strange, gnashing noises.

"Zhou...Zhou, Mom might not make it. Don’t...don’t be sad. Life and death are natural...don’t think of it as too serious."

Her voice was choked with tears, yet she forced herself to sound strong, even trying to lighten her tone.

"But from now on, you’ll be alone...so take good care of yourself, okay? Hah...hah..."

Before she could finish, a hoarse, guttural growl erupted from the phone.

"Mom?"

Nie Yizhou froze.

Realization hit him like a hammer, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

"Mom! Say something, Mom! Please...!"

As the inhuman growling continued on the other end, he slammed his fist into the ground, sobbing in anguish.

He knew—his Mom was gone.

And there was nothing he could do.

He stayed in the security booth for an entire day.

Numb and hollow, he sat slumped on the floor.

Alive, yet feeling like he was already dead.

The screams and pounding on doors outside barely registered.

More than a day passed like this.

Then, his Mom’s words echoed in his mind again.

She had wanted him to live. If he gave up now, wouldn’t she be heartbroken?

He had never even done anything to make her life easier.

At the very least, he had to fulfill her last wish—to survive.

With that thought, he forced himself to stand.

But the scene outside made him hesitate before opening the door.

At least five or six zombies were shuffling around the booth.

Gripping the hammer in his hand, he tried to steel his nerves—but the courage just wouldn’t come.

Earlier, he had rushed out in a desperate panic, driven by sheer concern for his Mom.

Now, without that reckless bravery, the terror of those creatures outside sank in.

A cold sweat broke out over him.

Pulling out his phone—now at 10% battery—he quickly searched online.

Sure enough, reports confirmed these monsters had appeared nationwide.

The videos of them attacking people were horrifying.

Fear coiled tightly in his chest.

Maybe...he should wait a little longer?

So he scavenged the booth for anything edible.

All he found was a half-empty thermos, a nearly drained insulated cup, a half-eaten loaf of wheat bread, and a half-pack of cigarettes.

With these meager supplies, he lasted another seven days.

But no rescue came, and the zombies outside only grew in number.

Frustration gnawed at him.

"Hey, buddy, let’s make a deal—how about you take a walk somewhere else? Go on, shoo."

He muttered nonsense at a male zombie in boxers lingering by the window.

Then he turned to a child zombie nearby.

"Kid, go find your mommy. Big bro here isn’t tasty—I haven’t showered in days. I stink. Be a good boy and scram."

He rambled to himself, trying to distract from the gnawing hunger in his stomach.

But it didn’t help for long.

"Grrrooowl—"

His stomach protested loudly.

Nie Yizhou wrapped a security guard’s jacket around his waist, tightening it like a belt.

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"Hmm, that kinda helps."

But by midnight, hunger woke him from sleep.

"Grrrooowl—"

The growling wouldn’t stop.

He patted his stomach helplessly.

"Hey, can you shut up?

You think I don’t wanna eat?

I’d kill for a meal right now. But there’s nothing. So just...stop reminding me."

"Grrrooowl—"

Nie Yizhou: "......"

"Ugh."

He sighed.

If only he could get back to his apartment.

He lifted his gaze toward his building’s floor through the window.

Then—his vision swam.

Before he could process it, he was suddenly standing in his living room.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Squeezed them shut. Opened them again.

He was stunned.

He had really teleported home!

From the security booth downstairs—straight into his apartment in a second!

This...this was insane!

After the shock faded, hunger roared back.

He scrambled to raid the fridge for anything edible.

In the days that followed, he stayed put, waiting for rescue.

But no help arrived.

Eventually, the water, electricity, and gas were cut off.

And the food slowly ran out.