CH 13

Outside the Kitchen door, there were too many zombies. They were using the same old tricks or trying to lure the zombies to the back half of the ship’s cabin.

Fu Anan’s room happened to be in the middle of the cabin at the back!

She watched as the phone sounded with intense lively music not far from her room. It summoned a group of disheveled, unkempt, and always-ready-to-pounce zombies. Fu Anan’s inner state couldn’t have been more messed up.

Her psychological resilience, which was built up over the nineteen years of her life, had experienced a tremendous leap in this short month.

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On the twentieth day of Nautical Survival, at 2 in the morning.

Fu Anan was taking a short break when she suddenly felt a slight noise coming from above her head.

Fu Anan sat up all of a sudden. She picked up the kitchen knife on the bedside. She fiercely looked at the top of her head.

Kacha——

The ventilation duct was opened.

Fu Anan took a step back. The palm of her hand holding the knife began to ooze sweat.

In the next moment, a person’s head emerged from above——

It was a living person and a familiar one at that! It was Master Fu, the kitchen chef who relied on luck and appearance to become the head chef even though he couldn’t even carve a flower properly.

Master Fu glanced at the kitchen knife in Fu Anan’s hand. With lithe movements, he landed on Fu Anan’s bed, making almost no sound. Master Fu took a quick look around the room, then he turned towards Fu Anan and whispered, “Do you have food and water?”

Fu Anan took out a pack of bread that was close to expiration and a bottle of mineral water.

Master Fu took them from her and opened the pack of bread. Despite his elegant and graceful demeanor, he finished the bread in half a minute and drank the entire bottle of mineral water.

“Many thanks.” Master Fu said in his usual aloof manner. He began to survey the surroundings.

Immediately afterward, he took out the extra bedsheets from the wardrobe and tied them into a long cloth rope. He stood on the sofa and tied one of the ends to the upper-right corner of the room’s door.

“Come here and give me a hand.” Master Fu whispered to Fu Anan as he stood in front of the wardrobe, “Protect the edges and corners. Don’t let them bump and make a noise.”

As he spoke, Master Fu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

The saying “Looking thin when dressed, muscular when undressed” seemed to hold true for him.

He had considerable strength. He single-handedly lifted the wardrobe, using the things available in the room to reinforce a stronger defense line at the doorway. It provided a greater sense of security.

Fu Anan felt that this chef, Master Fu, could do anything except carve flowers.

“Master Fu.” Fu Anan approached and asked, “Did you come from the kitchen?”

“Fu Yizhi(傅懿之).” The man lightly said. He lowered his head to wipe the object attached to his waist. “There was an internal conflict among the crew members. A small group took control of the kitchen. They have control over the supplies. Anyone who opposes them would be killed and thrown out to be fed to the zombies.”

“You can’t defeat them even with a gun?”

Fu Anan looked at the pistol, which was polished until it was brightly shining. She silently put away her own kitchen knife.

How could a chef have a gun?

“Can these……. be used outside?” Fu Yizhi placed the handgun on the table and picked up the apple that Fu Anan had placed there. He took a bite at it.

Fu Anan furrowed her eyebrows slightly. She suddenly had a bad feeling when she saw that he was not ready to leave.

“This ventilation duct is accessible in all directions, where do you plan to go?” 

“Right here.”

“What? No way.” Fu Anan immediately spoke out without thinking, “Even the food here is running out. Mr. Fu, you should go and check the other rooms.”

"The difficulty will increase during the last ten days of the survival game," Fu Yizhi calmly said.

Fu Anan was taken aback. She immediately pretended to not know anything, “What survival game? I don’t understand.”