Rebirth in the Apocalypse: I Have Unlimited Warehouse Space-Chapter 2 - : Hell on Earth

A suffocating howl echoed through the world.

In an instant, most of the police officers blocking the entrance of the apartment building collapsed. Their bodies convulsed and shook. Within mere seconds, those who had fallen and then risen, along with the civilians on the street, were all transformed into zombies, driven only by the need for flesh.

The unmutated survivors, on the other hand, screamed in terror as they were torn apart and devoured by the zombies.

A car that had been driving normally on Conte Avenue swerved erratically, crashing into a nearby telephone pole as if it were drunk.

The driver, terrified, opened the door and scrambled out of the car, crawling like a dog using both hands and feet.

But before the driver could even enjoy a few seconds of relief, a group of zombies discovered him and shrieked as they charged toward him.

Flesh was violently torn and bitten off, with several zombies surrounding the driver and hungrily devouring him.

A female zombie ripped open the driver's abdomen and pulled out his intestines.

Covered in blood, the intestines, which should have been pale, now appeared red and fresh. The female zombie seemed to savor the entrails as if they were sausages, taking bite after bite, swallowing them greedily.

Several survivors desperately tried to escape the zombies, but the streets were swarming with them. Before they could get very far, more zombies closed in and trapped them.

They ran wildly through the streets like flies, with no sense of direction.

High above, a helicopter that had just taken off plummeted straight down, crashing into the hard concrete below with a violent explosion. Clearly, some of the people inside the helicopter had mutated as well and turned into zombies.

From three hundred meters away, smoke began billowing from the large supermarket, followed by flames shooting up into the sky, painting half of the heavens orange.

The remaining survivors on the streets, or rather the fortunate ones, finally gathered the courage to grab firearms, but in the face of the overwhelming numbers of zombies, all their resistance, all their faint courage, was futile.

Gunshots, screams, howls, the roar of explosions, the deafening sounds of destruction.

In an instant, they became the only melody in this world.

Seeing this, Clove slammed the window shut with a thud. Inside the apartment and outside the building, the two had become entirely different worlds.

It didn't matter what horrors lay beyond—whether it was mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, or hell on earth—it was no longer his concern.

Zombies wouldn't be able to open the door inside the building, and outside, there were plenty of prey for them to feast on.

On the twelfth floor, aside from the couple across the way, no zombie would disturb him now.

Clove gazed at the food, water, and what seemed like very warm clothes inside his space. He burst into laughter.

He took out a loaf of bread, slowly tearing it open and stuffing it into his mouth. The soft bread melted the moment it hit his tongue, the aroma of wheat almost intoxicating Clove.

Three years in the apocalypse, and he hadn't even had enough to eat—let alone bread! Not even a potato had he ever been full with!

But now, with his space ability awakened ahead of time, he no longer had to worry about food running out or not having enough clothes to keep him warm.

He had already gained his space ability in the early days of the apocalypse. As long as he was cautious and didn't act recklessly, he would never again have to endure hunger.

As he finished the entire loaf of bread, Clove drank some milk with sugar, calmly gazing out at the city while fiddling with the gun and the remaining bullets in his hand.

A Glock 17, two magazines, and eighty spare rounds—this was the weapon he relied on to survive at the moment.

He didn't have enough weapons, and his firepower wasn't strong enough. Clove clenched his fist tightly, then relaxed it, muttering to himself, "Looks like I still need to work on my physical fitness."

In the three years of the apocalypse, every action—whether it was fleeing for his life, searching for food, or killing those cannibals who had resorted to eating others out of hunger—had taught him that physical strength was the most important.

Everything else could come later!

Moreover, while zombies would only start to evolve wildly in the second year, some had already begun evolving in the first year due to consuming enough flesh.

The large intake of carbohydrates made Clove feel full, and the drowsiness hit him soon after. The tension of the apocalypse, which had kept his nerves taut, now loosened, and he finally felt the exhaustion creep in.

After heading to the bathroom for a quick rinse, Clove lay down in bed, wrapping himself in the blanket. The soft mattress and the warmth of the blanket made him quickly fall into a deep sleep.

Outside, the howls and screams continued relentlessly, day and night, without pause.

The next day, at eight in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time. Woken by the sound, Clove immediately got up to turn it off.

Bang!

A heavy thud echoed through the apartment.

Clove's expression changed, and he quickly turned to look at the door.

Clearly, a zombie had somehow crawled up to the twelfth floor.

Grabbing the handgun beside him, he chambered a round and switched off the safety. Clove walked cautiously toward the door. Through the peephole, he clearly saw a zombie repeatedly banging its head against the door.

"I can't let it keep doing that. If the other zombies hear, I won't be able to get out."

"I can't use the gun for now. That would only make things worse!"

With that thought in mind, Clove turned and walked back into the kitchen, pulling out a boning knife from the cupboard.

The boning knife, though not comparable to a steel spear, was tough and sharp. As long as it could penetrate a zombie's eye, it could still damage its brain.

Once prepared, Clove took a deep breath, stepped to the side, gripped the knife tightly, and then swung the door open, stabbing with all his might.

The knife's tip plunged precisely into the zombie's eye socket and into its brain.

The first fight with a zombie after being reborn—success!

As he looked at the zombie lying motionless on the ground, a faint smile appeared on Clove's otherwise calm face.

Although his muscle strength and flexibility were still not up to the level they had been in his past life, his consciousness remained sharp. With more training and further development of his space ability, he would become stronger than ever before!

"Oh my God!"

A surprised cry rang out.

Clove immediately turned his attention to the opposite door. To his surprise, the woman across the hall hadn't turned into a zombie. He didn't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky.

Honestly, it might have been better to die earlier. At least then, she wouldn't have to face this damned apocalypse.

Clove's gaze returned to the fallen zombie. He casually kicked it down the stairs to the next level before turning to walk back into his room.

Creak~

"Wait!" Linda called from the door.

Clove, who was closing the door, didn't hesitate and simply slammed it shut.

Outside, Linda stood staring at the closed door, stunned. Her face instantly turned pale, and after a moment of hesitation, she finally spoke up, "Clove, Marshall and I haven't eaten in a whole day and night. Could you please give us some food?"

"Please, we'll definitely repay you later!"

Standing by the door, Clove replied without emotion, "No."

To his surprise, Marshall was still unharmed. But how could they not have any food? A normal household would always have something to eat at home, right? Ridiculous!

After being rejected, Linda's face grew even paler. She turned back and walked into her apartment. When she saw Marshall stuffing the last piece of pizza into his mouth and not saving a bite for her, her expression darkened further.

"Marshall, that was the last of our food," she said.

Marshall swallowed the last bit of pizza, took a sip of water, and casually replied, "Don't worry, I called my dad. He's sending a helicopter for us this afternoon."

"If you'd listened to me and moved to my family's villa, staying with my dad and them, we wouldn't be stuck here, would we?"

"And weren't you just trying to get food from that poor guy?"

Linda's lips twitched slightly before she finally spoke, "He didn't have any either."

Marshall sneered, "How could he not have any? Wasn't that bastard the one who raided the supermarket yesterday, even bringing the police along? He's nothing but a selfish jerk!"

Linda shook her head, unsure of what to say. She crossed her arms and sat on the couch, staring blankly out the window.

Next door, Clove took two steaks from his space and placed them in the pan to sizzle. Since the gas line was still running automatically, he figured he might as well enjoy something hot.

Once the gas line stopped working, though, if he wanted hot food, he would have to make fire himself.

The steaks, with their marbled fat, made a gentle sizzling sound in the butter. Before long, they were fully cooked.

Even though he knew that overcooking the steaks would make them tough, Clove still did it. In the pre-apocalypse days, of course, medium-rare would have been preferable, but now, in the middle of the apocalypse, it was best to eat everything thoroughly cooked. There were too many risks; if he got sick, there would be no doctors and no medicine to rely on.

As a bite of the beef slid down his throat, Clove raised an eyebrow, and a look of sheer joy slowly spread across his face.

He could distinctly feel his stomach quickly digesting the food, a steady stream of energy spreading throughout his body, and his strength... growing, even if just a little.

But that tiny increase? That was the sign of a superhuman in the second year of the apocalypse!

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