Surviving the Apocalypse: Clover's Intense Struggle

Chapter3

The black SUV made its way across the snowy plains to the east at a fast pace.

Inside the car, Ji Mingduan had already stopped Wen Yao's bleeding for the time being and was holding her to warm her body without saying anything.

He only asked, his voice thick with impatience, "How much longer?" when he noticed her breathing gradually weakening.

Mei Yasha was so nervous that she was cold and sweaty. We're already at top speed, and it's almost here.

Meanwhile, Di Dahu set up a machine g*n on the roof of the car and kept it trained on the zombies coming from all sides. When it seemed like the situation was almost resolved, he rolled over from the window and entered. He was lamenting:

"There are way too many zombies in this place!" It seems like this area used to be a pretty busy part of town. It looks like no one has come here yet, so maybe we should bring someone next time to explore?"

Once he'd finished speaking, he noticed that the car was quiet and did the same, looking at Meyasha with a cautious eye.

Meyasha gave him a look that said she wanted him to be quiet.

Di Dahu quickly covered his mouth, not wanting to say anything more.

As the car moves forward, the blizzard turns into a cold, icy rain. The rain falls and pours on the broken road full of corpses. Not far away, the low roar of zombie after zombie can be heard. The atmosphere is eerie and horrible.

Ji Mingduan looked down at Wen Yao's face and saw that she was in danger and despairing. His mind suddenly flashed with an idea.

As if there was no time to lose, he lifted her head, picked up her jaw, and then buried his head in her lips.

The young girl's lips were cold but soft, but he didn't think twice about it. He bit the tip of her tongue and then prayed open her lips and teeth to get straight into her throat. All of a sudden, the rich flavor of blood in her lips and tongue filled the air.

Wen Yao is in a coma but is still aware of external stimuli. He doesn't wake up, but he does make a very subtle, muffled grunt: "Well...".

It was a weak and soft sound, like a painful chant, that seemed to attract infinite reverie.

Di Dahu heard this movement and looked in the rearview mirror. He was shocked and wide-eyed, but he didn't say anything. He just quietly reached out and patted down Mei Yasha.

Mei Yasha looked at Di Dahu in annoyance as she saw the other party signalling desperately. She also looked up to see what was going on.

It wasn't so bad if she didn't look, but once she did, she was just as surprised.

The guy in the backseat is holding a young girl who is covered in blood. He's kissing her passionately, and a drop of blood has spilled out of her lips and onto her cheeks, melting into her dark, messy hair.

The man's eyebrows were arched in a way that made him look quite handsome. He had a tiger's mouth and was pinching the young girl's delicate jaw. He was moving the knot of her throat up and down very slowly, which made him look extremely sexy.

The whole scene was captivating and aromatic, leaving people wanting to see more.

Unfortunately, the next instant, the man's long eyelashes twitched, and through the rearview mirror, his deep eyes met Meisha's. They were somber and full of murderous intent, like a wild beast guarding its prey.

Meyasha quickly looked away and pressed the button in front of her.

The heavy metal partition door rose up, creating two separate enclosed spaces for the front and back seats.

Di Dahu was taken aback and murmured, "Gossip." "You say the boss can't get a look in at the situation and is trying to get a shot in quickly?"

Meyasha was silent.

Although she thinks it's a bit out there, she doesn't rule it out. After all, their boss's mind is just not something you can guess at. Sometimes what seems abnormal is actually normal.

Di Dahu let out an exclamation of disbelief. I had no idea the boss was actually this kind of person.

After a moment of reflection, he asked, "Why do you think this is necessary when the boss directly grabbed the person back to the king of the hard bow grabb is not on the line?"

"In the past, how many times did the boss catch her? It was like a cat and mouse game. He let her run even if she was in trouble, and he also let her run with resources.

Mei Yasha gave him a blank look and said, "If you cut out one less sentence, you could live for at least ten more years."

I had a dream last night.

It was an unusual dream, clear but also strange.

In the dream, she observed her entire life from a third perspective—or, more specifically, the entire life of Shen Yichuan and Mu Shengsheng.

It was like a long TV series set in the era when supernatural powers were emerging after the end of the world.

Shen Yichuan is the male lead and Mu Shengsheng is the female lead. The plot mainly focuses on the love-hate relationship and growth between Shen Yichuan, the base officer who is strategizing and planning, and Mu Shengsheng, a thousand-year-old girl in distress.

And Wen Yao is basically just a stepping stone for the male protagonist on his way to becoming a king. She dies a particularly unjust death.

After many years of dedicated service, she was accused of colluding with East China, tortured in a dark dungeon, and ultimately killed by Shen Yichuan.

No one acknowledges her dedication, and no one remembers her merits. In the thirteen districts of the North Continent, everyone says she is a traitor.

The story ends with Shen Yichuan becoming the lord of the North Continent. He personally eliminated the world's biggest villain, Ji Mingduan, and ruled the remaining area of human survival by force, becoming the king of this territory and a shining example of righteousness.

Mu Shengsheng and Shen Yichuan went through a lot together, and eventually, she became his favorite woman after opening his heart.

Wood Shengsheng also left the end frame of the picture, with that classic quote: "Re-acquaintance, my name is Wood Shengsheng, the wood of wood, the sheng xiao of sheng."

From that point on, the world is at peace, and the two are perfectly happy together.

Wen Yao: ...

What kind of ancient drama is this? It's full of ancient Chinese references and is quite violent.

She lives in such a real and vivid world. All these years of holding on to her morals, beliefs, and genuine affection for each other— is it just been used to prop up the male and female protagonist's dog-blooded romance?

When Wen Yao woke up, she was angry and unhappy. She could hear heavy rain outside, hitting the glass windows.

The room was cold and quiet, with a smell of alcohol in the air. Next to it, you could hear the soft ringing sound of metal utensils falling on plates.

Everything that moved seemed to be in a hospital or a laboratory.

When Wen Yao opened her eyes, she saw a figure in a white coat swaying in front of her. The light was shaky, and it irritated her so much that she shed a few tears.

A man's low, friendly voice came from above her head. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Wen Yao also had a rough idea of what was going on. She was probably saved by good people, and there was a doctor currently doing the surgery to stitch up her arm wound.

She didn't dwell on it and shook her head emphatically, "No."

"Doctor, could you ask…?"

The man let out a soft laugh, his breath light as he spoke, but his tone was teasingly playful: "Doctor?"

Wen Yao remembered the voice and opened her eyes, surprised: "Ji Ming dust?"

The man was wearing a white lab coat and standing in front of himself. He had a handsome face, peach blossom eyes, and a smile when he met her eyes. His tone was also the usual long and diffuse, "It seems that this time she really woke up."

Ji Ming Dust said, "Just put on the rubber gloves, please." "You know, you have the potential to be really big in this life."

Wen Yao looked at the other person, who was really treating her wounds, and for a moment she had mixed feelings.

Shen Yichuan had given up on her, but he saved her.

Ji Ming Dust, East Continent's 14th District Governor. She and Shen Yichuan have been rivals for many years, engaged in a deadly rivalry. Their relationship is said to be one of unfamiliarity, and then familiarity again.

North Continent Sector 13 and East Continent Sector 14 often had disputes over competition for resources.

In all their previous encounters, it had always ended in bloodshed. She had repeatedly scratched his gown with her knife, and he had been a slutty-mouthed b***h and a p*****t, forcing her into a rage time and time again.

In addition to protecting her territory, Wen Yao had another unshakable goal: to easily defeat Ji Ming Dust and avenge Shen Yichuan's brother's death.

But now, he's become her savior.

And not only that, but she'd also seen what happened after she died in the floating light images in Fang's dream.

About six weeks after she died in the dungeon, Ji Mingduan attacked the North Continent and destroyed the entire 13th district base.

That battle was pretty intense. In the end, Shen Yichuan led all the xenos in the 13th district to surround him. Luckily, Ji Mingduan didn't die, but he was badly injured by the Yuan Spirit.

Alien energy has a Yuan Ling, which is similar to an energy container. If the Yuan Ling is broken, the original storage of absorbed energy will leak out until the alien energy is completely lost.

This led to Shen Yichuan's team attacking East China. Ji Mingduan was unable to resist and had to use the last of his energy to set himself on fire.

At the top of the white church, he seemed to be completely crazy. The fire reflected the stunning face, and he smiled broadly as he walked into the sea of roses, burning into the fire. He was determined to run to death.

The picture is really sad and shocking. The mountains in the distance are orange and red, and there are red clouds in the sky. Everything is burning in the smoke.

Wen Yao entered the dream with a third perspective. She didn't know why Ji Mingdan suddenly didn't want to die and killed his way to the Northern Continent. She also didn't know why he willingly gave up his life in the end and chose to burn everything down.

Could it be because of her?

She figured she'd only interacted with him on the battlefield, so what could make him give up everything for himself?

But if it wasn't because of her, why is the timing so coincidental? And what he was wearing on his wrist before he died is clearly her silver bracelet.

That was when she was born. Her grandmother gave it to her and her cousin so they could find the long-lost cousin. She's always worn this bracelet, even in the post-apocalyptic world drifting, but it's never left her body.

"..."

"Hey, what's up with the long face? I heard you shouting 'little girl' three times. What's got you all riled up?"

When Wen Yao came to, she saw that Ji Ming Dust was looking at her. Her peach blossom eyes were upturned, her features demonic and seductive.

Not knowing how to handle this sudden change in the relationship, Wen Yao kept her gaze steady. "Don't call me that."

"Oh, really? Well, the first time I saw you, you were a little girl, holding a long knife that dragged the ground, and slashing at me for a while."

"I asked who taught you, and you still slashed, tsk tsk tsk, looking so loveable, but not good at all.

He laughed again, put down her slender white arm, and turned to pick up her jaw with his finger, as if he'd just remembered something. "Oh, you've really blossomed, you're a beautiful, confident woman now."

Wen Yao: "..."

Every time she listened to this guy, she got all goosebumpy.

Even if he was the one who saved her now, she still couldn't help but be angry. She felt like she wanted to cut him with a knife.

Wen Yao avoided his fingertips, her voice slightly unnatural: "But you're not a few years older than me. Don't call me that."

"Then what should I call you, Lieutenant Wen?" Or maybe Ms. Wen?

The man bent down and came closer, his clean, fresh breath mixed with blood was transmitted into Wen Yao's nose. It was probably because the air was cold, but she could even feel Wen Yao glaring at him, her cheeks inexplicably burned with panic.

Ji Ming's face is still expressionless, with that same ambiguous look. "Is the leg injury still unbandaged?"

Wen Yao: "..."

She's wearing the base uniform punching jacket and black punching pants. The injury is on her outer thigh. She can't lift her leg all the way from the bottom to the top of the lift. If she wants to treat the wound, she'll have to take her pants off from the top to the bottom.

But this lonely man and woman, in front of him, took off his pants.