Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"Quickly, skin it and roast it. It's been so long since I've had such fresh meat."

"Yes, I'm quite skilled at cooking meat, but unfortunately I don't have all the seasonings right now."

"How about we go look inside the building?"

"Forget it, let's not cause trouble. It would be a problem if we accidentally offended a superhuman. Besides, what if we attract a superhuman who wants to eat meat? How many bites would we get?" The man holding the puppy was clearly a little timid.

On the other side, a skinny child was being held tightly in his mother's arms, preventing him from going to snatch the dog back.

"Be good, little one. Mommy will get you another one just like this one after the disaster is over. Daddy has already sold this one to them. Don't make a fuss."

The child struggled weakly, tears streaming down his face as he looked in the direction of the puppy. His father hissed, "Behave yourself. Why are you spoiling him now? He's just a dog."

"That was Xiao Bao's first pet. Besides, you drank so much of Xiao Hei's blood, it saved your life." The woman retorted. There wasn't much food stored at home. When they first ran out of food, the man didn't dare to go out to find supplies, so he forced her to sell herself to the bachelor upstairs. Later, the bachelor went out to find supplies and never came back, so the man drank dog blood. After a few days, the army arrived.

"That little thing, it hasn't eaten for so many days and has been bled dry for several days, it's definitely not a good thing," the man muttered. If the army didn't come, his next food supply would be his wife.

This family of three were survivors in the community. After being rescued by the army, they were given basic rations, which were enough to keep them full. However, if they wanted to eat better, they had to find their own way. The man actually gave the dog to those people for free on the condition that they cooked it and he would get a piece of it to eat.

Of course, even if he didn't give it to these people, he couldn't protect them.

Originally, Yu Anyan didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but after listening to the conversation between the two, she suddenly had an idea. Animals can also mutate. In her previous life, the original owner had heard similar news on the radio. Domesticated, controllable mutated pets could be brought into the base.

In this chaotic world, it seems quite nice to have a loyal, combative mutant animal by your side.

"I want this dog."

The men were stunned for a moment, then looked up at the woman in front of them. The boldest one spoke up: "No, who are you? You think you can just take her like that?"

Yu Anyan reached into the bag, took out a bag of ten sausages, and tossed it to the child's mother: "The dog isn't yours."

"But they sold it to us, and besides, what's it to you?"

"What did you use to buy it?"

"What business is it of yours?"

Yu Anyan pulled two packets of instant noodles from the bag: "Is this okay?"

Several men stared greedily at her large bag: "No way, this is meat, we can't trade it for this little bit."

Out of the corner of her eye, Yu Anyan watched as the child's mother peeled open a sausage, quickly stuffed it into the child's mouth, and then hurriedly put one into her own mouth. The child's father reached out and snatched the remaining sausages away.

"Actually, I could have taken it too." Yu Anyan drew her knife directly. She hadn't wiped the knife particularly clean; the stench of zombies still lingered on it.

These men were all cowards who had never killed a zombie, and they were completely intimidated by a knife.

Yu Anyan was speechless: "Even if you guys were roasted, you wouldn't be able to get a single bite."

There were many people cooking in the open space, but most of them were making noodles and instant noodles. There were a few people stir-frying vegetables, but those were usually supervised by people with superpowers. If those few people started to smell the aroma of roasted meat, they wouldn't be able to protect the dog at all. They probably wouldn't even have two bags of instant noodles left.

The men fell silent; none of them had ever killed a zombie or possessed any special abilities.

The survival rules of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and the mighty are respected, have gradually become apparent. The military's attitude towards this phenomenon is ambiguous; as long as nothing serious happens, they will not interfere.

Similarly, aggressive superhumans also need to go and kill zombies.

Yu Anyan used her knife to pull the little black dog, whose eyes were already half-closed, over, took a piece of clothing from the bag, wrapped it around the dog, placed it on the bag, and left with the large bag.

In the room, Qin Yu saw her and said, "You're back? Come on, Brother Jinyao brought back some food from the army, let's go eat together."

"Could you please bring me back a copy? I have something to do." Yu Anyan carefully took the puppy out of the clothes.

"Oh, it's a dog! Where did you find it?"

"I replaced it. It was going to be made into a meat dog, but I felt it was meant for me, so I replaced it."

Qin Yu's classmate whispered, "Isn't this the right time to keep a dog? We can't even feed ourselves."

Yu Anyan said calmly, "I should be able to afford to raise them."

The supplies in her storage space should be enough for her and the dog to eat for a year. What will the world be like a year later? What will she be like? What will the dog be like? Who knows?

Qin Yu tugged at her classmate, signaling her to stop talking. "They can raise her if they want to. She didn't eat anything from them."

After the others left, Yu Anyan returned to her small room, took out a bottle of water, pried open the puppy's mouth and fed it to it. Watching the puppy swallow eagerly, Yu Anyan felt relieved. It was good that it could swallow; the ham sausage and instant noodles were worth the money.

"Little one, you're saved. Live well and grow up to hunt with me."

The little black dog's eyes moved.

"You can understand? You're already a mutated animal?" Yu Anyan said, her hands still busy, soaking two pieces of bread in milk, then taking out an adult anti-inflammatory pill, breaking it into pieces and putting it into the milk. She got this medicine from her neighbor; her biggest weakness was that she had almost no medicine.

The little black dog was covered in wounds and hadn't eaten in a long time. It only had the strength to move its eyes. If it hadn't mutated and developed a strong will to live, it would have died long ago. But now it was not far from death.

Yu Anyan mashed the bread with a spoon, mixed it with milk, and fed it spoonful by spoonful into the little black dog's mouth. The dog visibly perked up, and after the last spoonful was finished, it stuck out its tongue and licked the spoon with lingering satisfaction.

"Sweetie, eat later, let your stomach recover." Yu Anyan took the spoon away and soothed her.

Just then, Qin Yu returned with a box of lunch and knocked on the door: "Let's eat."

Yu Anyan opened the door and took it: "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

"Don't be so polite. Hey, it's quite handsome." Qin Yu looked at the puppy that had already raised its head in Yu Anyan's arms.

Ignoring the half-empty bag of milk lying to the side, Yu Anyan's car had many boxes, and no one knew what was inside. It was her business whether she was willing to feed the dog milk, since she had collected the supplies herself.

"Yes, he's covered in injuries. I don't know if he'll survive. You should go and rest."

"Okay, you should get some rest too." Qin Yu closed the door for her.