Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Chen Su suddenly opened her eyes.

The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed all the senses.

The pain was so intense that my vision blurred.

She found herself lying on her back on a rough cement floor, the uneven surface beneath her causing her pain.

Everything in my field of vision was blurry.

It took several seconds to piece together the scene before me.

The strong smell of blood, mixed with the stench of decay, assaulted her nostrils, almost making her gag on the spot.

My ears were filled with a vague, beast-like "ho, ho" roar.

It felt as if it were right next to me.

The instinct to survive overcame all discomfort.

She turned her neck with difficulty and looked up.

A grayish-blue face, covered in festering sores, was rapidly approaching her with a ferocious expression.

The cloudy, yellowish eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and the wide-open mouth contained sharp teeth that were a mixture of black and yellow, covered with bloody fragments, while the foul-smelling, sticky saliva stretched into thin strands.

???

What is this?

Zombies!

My mind went blank for a moment, and I didn't have time to think. My body reacted before my consciousness could.

Using all the remaining strength in her body, Chen Su endured the excruciating pain and suddenly rolled to the side.

"Bang!"

The zombie missed its target, its heavy body crashing down where she had just been lying, causing the concrete ground to tremble and kick up a cloud of dust.

It seemed completely unconcerned, its murky eyes sluggishly turning before being immediately drawn to a nearby corpse dressed in dark blue overalls, its neck broken and already stiff. With a low growl, it pounced and began to tear at it frantically.

The gruesome sounds of bones shattering and flesh being torn apart were chilling.

Taking this opportunity, Chen Su gritted her teeth, her clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She braced herself with her hands on the ground, trying to stand up.

But a sharp, piercing pain shot through her right leg, causing her to stumble as she had just managed to prop herself up halfway, almost falling over again.

She looked down and saw that she was wearing a pair of faded light blue jeans. The fabric at both knees was completely torn, revealing bloody wounds underneath, from which blood mixed with sand and gravel was constantly seeping out.

My palms and elbows were burning with pain; I could tell the abrasions were severe without even looking at them, and my palms were sticky.

She limped, enduring the excruciating pain, and took just one step.

"Ha!"

The zombie, which was feasting, seemed to sense the movement of the living creature and suddenly raised its head.

Its rotting face was covered in bits of flesh and black blood, its murky eyes fixed on her. It dropped the half-eaten corpse from its mouth, got down on all fours, and lunged at her again in a bizarre posture.

The distance was too close, and Chen Su had no time to make any effective reaction. She only felt a gust of wind carrying the smell of blood, and the next second she was heavily knocked to the ground!

His back slammed hard against the ground, a dull pain shooting through him.

The zombie's heavy body pressed down on her, its foul-smelling saliva dripping onto her clothes, and its gaping maw was about to bite down on her vulnerable neck.

At this critical moment!

"boom--"

A deafening gunshot rang out, almost grazing her ear.

The bullet, carrying a scorching heat, flew past her cheek.

The next second, the zombie's head that was pressing down on her exploded like a ripe, rotten watermelon.

Chen Su subconsciously turned her head away, closed her eyes, and raised her hand to shield her face.

A considerable amount of warm liquid still splashed onto the back of her hands, arms, and clothes, creating a creepy, slippery sensation.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment, leaving only the incessant buzzing in my ears.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest like a drum.

She collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted from surviving the ordeal.

When she was tackled, her palms and elbows scraped against the rough ground again, aggravating her old injuries and causing her to gasp in pain, almost fainting.

Chen Su closed his eyes, trying to gather some strength.

Just then, steady footsteps came from behind her.

Approaching step by step, unhurriedly.

The "tap, tap" sound was particularly noticeable in the quiet factory.

The footsteps stopped beside her.

Immediately afterwards, she was lightly kicked in the shoulder by a foot wearing a black military boot.

The movements carried a casual, almost indifferent air, as if examining an object.

"Dead?"

A deep, husky male voice sounded from above.

The tone is somewhat cold.

Chen Su opened her eyes with difficulty, her blurry vision meeting something first.

It was a dark, gun barrel, still reeking of gunpowder, almost touching her forehead.

The cold metallic touch made her stiffen.

She slowly looked up along the barrel of the gun.

The hand holding the gun had distinct knuckles, long and strong fingers, and thin calluses on the base of the thumb.

Further up, there are the clean lines of the forearms, covered by black combat uniforms.

Then, she met a pair of eyes.

Those eyes, hidden in the shadow of slightly long black hair, were sharp and scrutinizing.

The man had sharp features, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. His skin was a uniform tan from years of outdoor activities, and his face was expressionless, somewhat calm.

But a lingering indifference, born of years of bloodshed, hung between his brows, giving him an aura of ferocity that kept strangers at bay.

Chen Su shook her head violently, and because the movement aggravated her wound, she couldn't help but gasp.

She wanted to speak, to explain that she was not dead and was alive, but her throat was dry and tight, and she couldn't make a clear sound for a moment.

The man didn't seem to care about her answer, nor did he immediately remove the gun.

"Boss, this area has been cleared for now and looks safe. We can rest here for a bit."

Another, younger, cheerful male voice rang out, accompanied by a slightly hurried sound of footsteps.

The man known as "Boss" then moved his wrist, and the gun barrel that was pressed against her forehead was removed.

He holstered his gun, casually slipping it back into the holster on his leg with fluid movements.

He didn't even glance at Chen Su on the ground again.

A tall, upright young man wearing the same black combat uniform, with a youthful air still lingering on his face, jogged over, also carrying a gun in his hand.

He paused, scratched his head, and looked at his captain with some confusion when he saw Chen Su lying on the ground in a disheveled state, and Jiang Sicheng standing beside her with an expressionless face: "Boss, who is this woman...?"

Jiang Sicheng put his hands in his combat uniform pockets, glanced at it, and said in a flat tone, "Don't know him."

"Oh." Song Yi nodded.

He added, "Boss, Yunfan and I just took a quick look. It seems that the workshop on the east side used to be a small warehouse. The lock is broken, and there might still be some usable stuff inside. Shall we go and search it now?"

Jiang Sicheng gave a faint "hmm," which was taken as agreement.

The two stopped looking at Chen Su, turned around, and seemed about to leave to search for the so-called supplies.

Chen Su's heart jumped into her throat.

We can't let them leave!

The idea clearly emerged in her mind.

Although the two men in front of her looked dangerous and cold, they were alive, armed, and had just saved her.

Looking at his own wounds, at the hellish environment around him, the stench of blood and corpses in the air, and the unsettling roars and sounds faintly coming from afar…

If she stays here alone, she definitely won't survive the night.

"Wait...wait!" she managed to squeeze out of her throat, the sound small and broken from urgency and pain.

Jiang Sicheng and Song Yi didn't even pause in their footsteps, as if they hadn't heard anything.

Chen Su watched helplessly as the two tall figures in identical black combat uniforms walked away into the distance.

She braced herself on her elbows, enduring the excruciating pain, and slowly moved to the wall beside her. Holding onto the wall, she stood up very slowly and unsteadily.

Then, dragging her injured leg that she couldn't use, she stubbornly followed the two men a short distance behind, step by step.

"Transmit the current world background information." Taking advantage of this brief interval, Chen Su urgently gave the order in his mind.

"Yes, host." System 007's electronic voice sounded.

A flood of information rushed into Chen Su's mind.

This is a world where the civilized order has just collapsed and the apocalyptic catastrophe has not long since arrived.

About a month ago, a serious leak occurred in a highly classified underground biological laboratory in Country H. An unknown virus spread globally at an alarming rate. People infected with the virus would mutate, lose their minds, their bodies would rot, and they would become extremely aggressive, frantically chasing and biting uninfected humans. They were called "zombies" or "infected people".

The virus is primarily transmitted through blood. Survivors bitten or scratched by zombies typically face one of three fates:

The vast majority will be assimilated into new zombies within hours to days.

Some people will die directly due to severe infection or collapse of the immune system.

Only a very small number of individuals can survive infection and have a certain chance of awakening a special ability that surpasses that of ordinary people, namely "superpower".

And she, Chen Su, was just a young woman who had recently come of age and had come from a remote mountain village to this coastal city to make a living.

She had worked as a cleaner, washed mountains of dishes, and handed out flyers under the scorching sun. Finally, she managed to find a job on the assembly line at this electronics parts factory, and her life was just beginning to improve.

However, the end times suddenly arrived.

In its early days, the factory was a relatively safe haven due to its high walls and strict security.

However, as time went on, infections also appeared inside, panic spread, and order collapsed.

The zombie whose head was blown off by Jiang Sicheng just now was the production manager of the original owner's workshop.

A middle-aged man who always cuts working hours and gropes female workers before the apocalypse.

In the original world, Chen Su was also rescued in this factory by Jiang Sicheng's three-person team.

The team members include team leader Jiang Sicheng, team members Song Yi, and He Yunfan.

After being rescued, the original owner had no one else to rely on but to stay with this small team and struggle to survive in the dangerous ruins of the city.

It wasn't until a sudden, massive zombie horde attack that the original owner and Jiang Sicheng were accidentally bitten by zombies during their chaotic retreat.

As a result, as an insignificant cannon fodder in the plot, the original owner could not withstand the fierce viral infection and died quickly in pain and high fever.

Jiang Sicheng, with his extraordinary willpower and strong physique, not only survived the infection but also awakened an extremely powerful superpower, thus embarking on the path to becoming a strongman in the apocalypse.

He later met Meng Anran, the female protagonist with rare healing abilities. The two joined forces and fought side by side, eventually leading the team to establish a new order in the ruins and making a key contribution to the development of a zombie vaccine.

The original owner's lingering obsession was direct, yet it was also the most extravagant wish in the apocalypse:

live.

And, stay by Jiang Sicheng's side.

Perhaps it was because he had saved her that she developed feelings for him, or perhaps it was because subconsciously she felt that following this man offered a better chance of survival.

Once the information is received, only a moment has passed in real time.

Chen Su leaned against the wall, her fingertips trembling slightly from the force she was exerting.

The wounds on my knees and elbows burned with pain, and every breath brought out a dull ache.

The strong smell of blood, the stench of corpses, and dust assaulted her nostrils, while the distant roars of zombies could be faintly heard.

But her eyes gradually cleared.

As Jiang Sicheng and Song Yi's figures were about to completely turn the corner.

She took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs at the figure:

"Wait, wait a minute—"