A beautiful woman in the apocalypse is pregnant, and all the big shots are vying to be her father.

Chapter 165 Don't Be Sad for Me

The survivors had tears in their eyes, but they had to admit that it was Uncle Wang's own choice.

The harsh reality is before us.

The grief and anger eventually turned into silent mourning.

With red eyes, several men suppressed their nausea and fear, stepped forward, and used the blunt weapons they had found to smash the head of the newly transformed, still convulsing "new zombie" on the ground.

The dull thumping echoed in the deathly silent stairwell, making one want to vomit.

After dealing with her companion's remains, and after a brief silence, Aunt Zhao, a woman with gray hair, walked out shakily.

Her face held a calmness that seemed to have seen through life and death. Her gaze swept over the grieving crowd and landed on Josie: "Miss... do you still have that medicine?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Aunt Zhao! You..." The person next to her tried to dissuade her.

Aunt Zhao waved her hand, a desolate smile on her face: "I'm an old man, how many more days can I live in this world? If I can't become a capable person like you, then I might as well... stay here forever."

Her words were like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, creating ripples.

Some of the survivors, who were also old and frail, or disabled, or pregnant, also had a glimmer of desperation in their eyes.

"I...I want to try it too!"

"And I!"

"Count me in! So what if I die? If I succeed, I can protect the children!"

Fu Jinxing nodded slightly, signaling his subordinates to bring over a specially made cryogenic storage box. When opened, it revealed a dozen or so bottles of dark blue medicine neatly arranged inside.

Looking at the faces that burned with the last flame of hope, Josie spoke again, her voice carrying the coldness and authority of the survival rules of the apocalypse: "The potion can be given to you. But remember, if the transformation is successful, you survive and gain power, you will forever owe us your lives."

Her gaze swept over everyone. "Professor Fu used many rare materials to successfully formulate the superpower catalyst. After the entire apocalypse came into our hands, I must make it clear to you before you drink it. This is not charity, but a transaction."

"We understand!" roared a man with a missing arm. "As long as it works! I'll do anything you ask, even if it means going through fire and water, as long as it doesn't involve killing innocent people!"

"Yes! As long as we can survive and have strength, our lives belong to you!"

Fu Jinxing stepped forward and stood beside Qiao Xi. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable determination as he clearly added, "If you successfully obtain superpowers, you must protect her safety with your lives."

He pointed to Josie, the greatest significance of these catalysts being to protect Josie's safety.

Qiao Xi turned her head and saw the determination in Fu Jinxing's eyes, and her heart felt as if it had been filled with a warm spring.

The survivors all looked at Josie. If they could become superhumans, what did it matter if they risked their lives to protect her?

"Okay, we swear! If we can survive and become superhumans, we'll risk our lives to protect her!"

Everyone spoke in unison, their voices echoing in the empty corridor.

Once the vow was made, there was no more hesitation.

The dozen or so chosen people each wore different expressions: some resolute, some fearful, some praying...

He took the cold, dark blue potion, which carried the probability of life and death, and drank it down!
This wait was longer and more agonizing than before.

The air seemed to have frozen into ice, and every second felt like an eternity.

Tension, anticipation, fear... a mix of emotions swirled together, almost suffocating the senses. People stared intently at the faces of the survivors who had just taken the medication, observing every subtle change in their bodies.

Time passes minute by minute...

A faint blue fluorescence seemed to flow within the bodies of those who had taken the drug; a faint light emanated from beneath their skin; their body temperature began to rise abnormally; and their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were enduring immense pain.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman clutched her chest, letting out a painful groan, her skin rapidly turning ashen...

Another failure!

Just as despair was about to spread, a thin boy next to him suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint flash of electricity seemed to appear deep in his pupils.

He opened his palm, and a small cluster of faint arcs of electricity danced and crackled at his fingertips.

He actually awakened a rare superpower!
Immediately following, like a chain reaction, one after another, the drug users began to exhibit different supernatural abilities: some condensed tiny water spheres in their palms; some sprouted tender green shoots from their fingertips; some's skin became as rough and hard as rock; some's body temperature suddenly rose...

Ultimately, two more of the dozen or so people succumbed to the drug's effects and turned into zombies in painful convulsions, only to be swiftly dealt with by the other superhumans who were prepared.

The remaining ten people all successfully transformed and awakened different superpowers. But apart from the lightning-based superpower, the others all had the most ordinary life-assistance superpowers.

They felt a strange power surging within them, their faces filled with the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe and a sense of bewilderment about the future.

However, when they turned around, the joy of success was overshadowed by deep sorrow and the shadow of death.

They silently and carefully carried out the bodies of their two newly transformed companions, as well as the remains of Uncle Wang, who had sacrificed himself earlier.

On a patch of open, muddy ground outside the building, the superhumans used hard iron tools to dig several deep pits.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed against everyone's silent and sorrowful faces.

They carefully placed their companion's cold body into the pit, covering it with handfuls of frozen earth. There were no tombstones, no funeral music, only the most silent and somber farewell in the end times.

The icy wind, like an invisible whip, lashed against the dilapidated window frame, emitting a mournful groan.

Josie stood in front of the cracked, spiderweb-like glass window, her gaze fixed on the commotion below.

Since the apocalypse, she has seen too much death and has become accustomed to it.

Life is so fragile, fleeting in an instant.

Who knows, one day, lying in that cold pit, might be herself, or a friend...

A scent mixed with the crisp aroma of cedar and disinfectant quietly approached.

Then, a finely crafted, still warm coat gently landed on her shoulders.

She knew it was Fu Jinxing without even turning around, drawn by that familiar scent.

She didn't move, still gazing at the newly formed mound of earth outside the window.

“Brother Jinxing…you see, maybe one day we’ll say goodbye like this too.”

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of barely perceptible etherealness and weariness, blending into the howling wind.

After he finished speaking, the hand on his shoulder tightened noticeably.

“In this apocalypse… accidents can happen anytime. I never had time to think about these things before, but seeing them…” She turned her head slightly, her gaze unfocused on the crack in the window frame, “If that day really comes… Brother Jinxing, don’t be sad for me, just live well.”

(End of this chapter)