A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

It was lunchtime in the bustling CBD (Central Business District) of S City. Office workers from nearby buildings swarmed out, looking for food everywhere.

The ladies' high heels clicked and clacked, the men's suits were crisp, and their ID cards, hanging from lanyards, swayed in front of their chests.

All of them were impeccably dressed, the elites among elites.

In the flow of people, only one girl stood out, out of place.

Everyone who passed by her would glance at her in alarm.

After all, it was rare to see someone brazenly wandering around the CBD in their pajamas in broad daylight.

The girl was wearing pajamas printed with brown teddy bears. Her long hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, framing a small face—

Actually, everyone who passed by thought that although the girl was dressed strangely, her small face was surprisingly delicate and beautiful.

As pure as an angel.

Her skin was fair and flawless, her innocent and ignorant eyes were clear and bright.

Anyone who accidentally looked into those eyes would involuntarily turn their heads away the next second, for fear of being seen through the inferiority and filth hidden in their hearts.

But people's attention was quickly drawn to something else.

An arc crossed the sky.

Almost immediately afterward, there was a loud bang in the middle of the road. In an instant, a pit appeared on the flat and wide asphalt road.

It was like a meteorite had fallen from the sky.

The screeching of brakes and the honking of horns sounded. Many pedestrians stopped, and some bold drivers opened their doors, got out of their cars, and walked towards the meteorite crater.

The girl didn't even glance at it, continuing to walk forward.

"Is that it?" the girl asked in her head.

A cheerful and pleasant male voice answered, "Yes."

Screams suddenly erupted from the road.

The infection had begun.

The people who had touched the meteorite convulsed and fell to the ground, mutating, their eyes turning blood red as they pounced on the next person and bit them frantically.

Each one of them looked like they hadn't eaten in ten years.

One infected two, two infected four, the exponential growth was astonishing.

In an instant, it was no longer clear whether it was a sidewalk or a driveway. Everywhere there were people running wildly and zombies chasing after them.

In the midst of the chaotic apocalypse, only the girl maintained the same pace as before, walking forward along the sidewalk.

More and more zombies appeared, soon forming groups, as if running a marathon, full of energy and excitement as they had just started from the starting line.

A small group of zombies roared and rushed towards the girl from behind.

As if they had suddenly encountered an obstacle, the zombies automatically dodged to the left and right the moment they approached.

They went past her and continued to happily rush towards the next living person.

As if the girl was a utility pole, a tree.

Wave after wave, the tide of zombies rushed past, each treating the girl as if she were invisible.

The girl's name was Bei Nuan.

Just ten minutes ago, Bei Nuan was still wearing her beloved teddy bear pajamas, lying on her comfortable bed reading a novel. In the middle of reading, she suddenly received a call from the delivery boy.

Bei Nuan went downstairs and walked all the way to the gate of the community, but she didn't see the delivery boy.

As she was looking around, there was a loud bang. A large truck delivering goods to the supermarket suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Bei Nuan.

Just as the truck dangerously overturned and was about to crush Bei Nuan into a pancake, she transmigrated.

A pleasant male voice appeared in her head, calling himself System Three, telling Bei Nuan that she had transmigrated into a no-romance apocalypse novel called Doomsday Fury.

Bei Nuan had read this book. It was about the male protagonist, Lu Xingchi, leading his team to fight their way through the zombie-infested apocalypse.

The sad thing was that Bei Nuan had transmigrated as the female supporting character with the same name.

This female supporting character suffered from a severe case of the "Holy Mother" syndrome. She usually held the team back, and at the end of the book, she sacrificed herself to save a city of people, single-handedly wiping out all the protagonists.

She had done what the villains and zombies in the entire book had failed to do, and was scolded to death by the readers.

Fortunately, Bei Nuan still remembered the plot of the book. Just as she was thinking about how to go straight to the safe zone, Three brought a piece of depressing news—

It was not allowed to deviate from the original character's personality, and it was also not allowed to directly hide in the safe zone.

She had to seriously play the role of the "Holy Mother" well. Only when her "Holy Mother" points were full could she return to the original world.

Bei Nuan was silent for a moment. "In the original world, wasn't I being crushed by a truck? What's the point of going back? To die?"

It was better to live for two more days in the zombie apocalypse than to be crushed to death by a truck.

Even if she turned into a zombie, she might still be a happy zombie, running around the streets chasing people and biting them, standing firmly at the top of the food chain.

It was better than going back to be crushed by a car.

Three answered quickly, "If your 'Holy Mother' points are full at the end of the plot of this book, the mission will be completed, and the fate of the car accident in the original world will be automatically changed."

"What if I can't complete it? Like, what if I get eaten by zombies halfway through?"

Three answered even faster, "If you can't complete the mission, you will still go back. When you go back, you will directly finish the second half of the car accident."

After being hit in the first half, she transmigrated to be gnawed on by zombies for a while, and she could still go back to catch up on the second half.

Alright then.

"Transmigrating is fine, but why am I still wearing my own pajamas?" Bei Nuan asked Three.

"Because the book doesn't say what you're wearing, I kept all your clothes, shoes, hair length, ear piercings, and so on."

"The book only has a few words about your appearance," Three read, "'Lu Xingchi and Du Ruo picked up another girl named Bei Nuan at the entrance of the S1 highway out of the city,' and that's it."

As expected of a supporting character.

Another wave of running zombies rushed over. One of them didn't pay attention and almost bumped into Bei Nuan, but quickly dodged to the side.

All that was missing was an apology.

Bei Nuan glanced at the upper right corner of her field of vision, where there was a beautiful glowing circle.

Below it were four bright words—

"Novice Protection."

With a glance, a small text explanation automatically popped up: "Passive zombie ignore skill, duration: until the mission of finding the male protagonist is completed."

As soon as she entered this world, Three said that she didn't have to worry too much. There was novice protection at the beginning, and she wouldn't be attacked by zombies.

Bei Nuan thought to herself, why bother finding the male protagonist? It was good to just let this protection hang there.

Bei Nuan walked a little further, past a few office buildings, and finally saw a few shops.

As if she was shopping normally, Bei Nuan went from one shop to another. There was no one inside.

The last one was a medical device store.

This time, there were people in the store. Two "people" in store clerk clothes were wandering between the shelves, trying hard to find the door. They saw Bei Nuan come in and ignored her.

They were not enthusiastic about customers at all.

Bei Nuan ignored them and found a neck traction device on the shelf, which she fastened around her neck.

The neck traction device was a plastic ring with padding that protected her neck 360 degrees—the favorite part of zombies.

There was a jacket on the chair by the counter, and a motorcycle helmet next to it, which should belong to the zombie clerk.

Bei Nuan put on the jacket. It was obviously a men's style, several sizes too big, and it covered her thighs.

Then she put the motorcycle helmet on her head.

The helmet and the neck traction device clashed a little, but it was manageable.

There were a few fashion magazines on the shelf next to her. Bei Nuan found a roll of plastic rope and tied the magazines to her arms and legs.

Japanese magazines on her arms, European and American magazines on her legs.

Perfect.

Finally, she found a backpack behind the counter. There was a wallet and a mobile phone in the inner pocket. Bei Nuan carried it on her back.

After dressing up, Bei Nuan looked at herself in the glass.

Although her look was quite bizarre, compared to the unprepared ordinary people outside who were being chased and bitten by zombies, she was a god.

One of the zombie clerks finally found the door and happily rushed out, joining the running army.

The other zombie was still bumping around in the maze, but for some reason, he suddenly stopped.

His unfocused eyes slowly turned to Bei Nuan.

Could it be that the novice protection had worn off?

The zombie suddenly lunged and rushed towards her.

Bei Nuan dodged back, only to find that the zombie's target was not her at all.

He passed by Bei Nuan and rushed all the way to the door, straight towards a person passing by outside the store.

It was a boy in jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, wearing the hood, the zipper pulled up to his nose, only revealing a pair of black and white eyes.

He was hiding in the corner, secretly trying to avoid the zombies on the road.

The hooded boy didn't notice this side and was pounced on by the zombie clerk.

The boy kicked the zombie bravely with his long legs, turned over, and crawled forward.

The zombie was stunned by his kick, but he refused to let go of the food that was about to reach his mouth, and was relentless.

Bei Nuan walked over and stretched out her hand.

As if by magic, a huge oxygen cylinder appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The half-human-tall cylinder weighed dozens of kilograms, which Bei Nuan's thin arms could never lift.

The cylinder fell on the zombie's head without any suspense. The zombie stopped moving instantly.

The hooded boy got up and kicked the zombie. After confirming that he was really finished, he breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close!"

He looked at the cylinder on the ground again and was very moved. "You moved such a big and heavy cylinder from the store to save me? You are such a good person."

Of course, the cylinder couldn't have been moved out of the store by Bei Nuan.

She had taken it directly from her space.

As soon as she entered this world, Three asked Bei Nuan to randomly draw a novice gift bag and opened a good thing—

A two-story portable space, each floor bigger than an IKEA warehouse.

Three said that there was no passage of time on the upper floor, and food could be kept fresh automatically.

The original female supporting character didn't have this portable space. It was very powerful.

It was a pity that it was empty.

Before dark, the entire S City would fall and become an infected area occupied by zombies. There was no need to leave supplies for the zombies.

Just now, when she was visiting the stores, Bei Nuan casually put all the things she thought would be useful into the space, including this oxygen cylinder.

Of course, the hooded boy didn't know this. He looked up and down at Bei Nuan's bizarre attire. "You're well-equipped."

Of course, much better than his hooded sweatshirt.

Just as Bei Nuan was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from her head.

"Novice Protection disappearance countdown, ten, nine, eight, seven…"

Bei Nuan: ???

Author's Note:

Bei Nuan: So this one who was pinned down by the zombie is the male protagonist?

Lu Xingchi (indifferent.jpg): If he is the male protagonist, then who am I?

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