Bloody Disaster

Coming back to her apartment, Amy felt something is wrong. People passed out but others seem to have broken into her apartment and moved things around but they were very careful to put them back in place. However, how can they hide their bloodthirsty auras all over the suite? 

Those people must have come to ensure she is not one of their enemies and now that they have confirmed it, it must be alright. They probably won't bother her in the future.

She hummed and went to have another round of cleansing. An hour later she crawled into her bed after taking a shower and fell asleep. 

"Roar"

"Roar"

"Argh"

"Help!" 

The noise woke her up and she knew, the apocalypse has began. This floor has four more suites and now it means four more places with possible enemies.

She is still contemplating whether to eat some food or try to sleep again. Her plan is simple. She will stay here while she steadily increased her strength and when she is done, she will go back to her father. 

Her cellphone rang and the father's shaky voice sounded. "Amelia Rumeng Liang Bold! What the hell is going on and why are you not at your place of resident?" He mist be scared and angry. Scared she turned into those things outside and angry she moved out without saying anything to him.

"You have high blood pressure, come down first before you make me responsible for your early death." She yawned lightly. 

"This is not a joke Rumeng, where are you? You still know I have poor health, then why are you not hastily coming to take care of me?" He said angrily but she can detect the slight surprise at her calmness.

"There are monsters outside and you are not by my side, I feel distressed. How did you know this will happen?" He asked curiously now that he knows she is not scared by the things outside.

"I am at a nearby hotel. The Jiang hotel, I went there because I still have things to do here and if water and electricity cut, I'll be in trouble. I know you are safe so don't worry about me." Her tone doesn't carry any sense of urgency at all. 

"I don't care what you need to do. Hurry up and come home quickly." 

"I will come, and if you must leave before I make it there, do not despair. I have your blood in my body, there is no place for you to hide from me in this world. Try to exercise these days. Things will get worse soon." 

She thought of something and asked. "How did you know I was not at the villa?"

"I asked the neighbors to check on you at your place and they said you left early in the morning. Please be safe Alright? I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you." He sounds worried and helpless. 

"I am okay. As for something happening to me, don't worry too much. I have enough food and water here." She said in a reassuring manner.

"Alright. I need you to promise me that you will find me when you can."

"....."

She didn't want to make this promise. She was still contemplating whether to get involved with the female lead or not. She heard her father sigh from the other side.

"I know you don't want to be anywhere near you Ming'er and Liang Mei. The world is already like this, where else can you go but where family is? Can you let go of your childish temper and come home already?" 

She kept silent for a long time fighting the resentment she felt rising up to her throat making her choked up. A while later, she agreed knowing it will only worry him if she persist.

"I will come as soon as I can. In the meantime, take care of yourself." She responded with a sigh and dropped the call.

She drank a potion of the cleansing medicine. A while later, the familiar pain came like a rushing wave leaving her breathless.

She does not know that tears have been falling down her cheeks making her look fragile and delicate. This image will arouse the protective instinct form whomever sees it. 

She is going through the process as the body released a foul smell from he impurities inside her mortal body.

She has to endure even though she is nauseous, thinking of her good sister who is sharpening her knife waiting for her to make a mistake she bite down on her full cherry lips and endured the pain and the smell.

"Knock, Knock" She heard a nock coming from the outside but she ignored it. After a long time she went to take a shower and the air-conditioner is set to dispel the smell on the hotel room.

She took out a few ingredients and used the stove in the hotel to make tens of fasting pills so that she doesn't have to eat dry food. Rumeng had been dedicated to be a good wife in the last life so she had leant to make spiritual food and wine. 

Her taste has been spoilt to demand only the best but those kind of thoughts only make her originally calm mood gloomy all of a sudden. She decided to make more fasting pills so she will not bother with food too much in the future. 

The smell is now that of medicine in the hotel and the earlier foul smell has been successfully dispelled. She eat one pill and the earlier feeling of hunger disappears instantly. Satisfied, she prepares to polish her knife skills using the kitchen knife but the door sounded again.

She looked through the cat's eye and saw the man from the shop. Seeing he followed her here for some reason, she became displeased. "What do you want?" She knows he can enter if he wants because the people who entered her place earlier are all his pals. 

"I need your help." The man said from the other side. His voice doesn't give any thing so Amy doesn't know how his intentions.

"You know how to knock now? Why don't you and your cronies use the same method that you used last time to go through my things when I wasn't here?" She asked not knowing the group of people outside all stiffened at her blatant accusation. 

They are all shocked that she is aware of their earlier actions even though she was not there at the time. "That..." Li Cheng felt chocked and didn't know what to say. This young lady knows how to make people speechless. 

"This lady, please let me in my boss is dying and you know medicine right? I can pay money." He said finally sounding agitated.

The floor is very high at 14th floor and the four doors doesn't seem to have any survivors left to open doors. But the occasional sound could be heard from these hotel rooms.

"I'm not lacking money." She said

"Then how about protection?"

"Nope."

"What do you lack?" This voice belongs to the handsome man. He asked with a cold voice not sounding like someone who needs help at all.

"I lack a husband. If I save your life, you will belong to me from now on." She dropped a bomb even the cold demeanor of the man shook as he became stunned.

The man's aura became sinister. Amy chuckled seeing this.

"Make up your mind. I have things to do in the mean time." She moved away from the door.

She put on the pot and started making more pills for various emergency situations. To replenish blood, hydration incase she gets thirsty but has no water.

Although this pill can not replace water as effectively as the fasting pill can replace food, she will still be able to go on for hours without drinking water.

Pills for staying awake and dispel fatigue and tiredness, To double the strength of the body without any backlash.

There is a type of pill will have a serious backlash when used for increasing the cultivation base instead of pure stamina and raw power.

There are pills to remove any impurities inside the body. It will make the person feel lighter and stronger than before by a small margin even though this pill will cause pain during the cleansing period.

She made pills to halt menstrual cycle for at least six months so she doesn't have to get periods during such a trying time.

The last one is the pill for beauty. She made more than a dozen an the quality of all these pills made my normal heat instead of soul flame is far inferior but still 'miracle medicine' compared to what is available on the market. These medications will do that which they are supposed to especially on a body of a mortal.

The clock ticked and two more hours went by but just as she is about to rest from the odious task of making hundreds of different types of pills. Hurried nocks came from the door. She ignored it knowing who it is.

She put a note on each container, used a tape to stick it explaining what type of pills each container has. The many colorful lunch boxes, juice bottles and even pots, have varying notes on them so she will know which pills she is taking.

The people outside became impatient and used the skeleton key they had to open the door. She had just put away all the containers inside her space when 8 people got inside her place and put the man coughing black blood on her comfortable cream white couch.

One of them pulled out a gun and pointed at her. She didn't move or changed her expression. From the original owner, she knows this is called a gun. Not many people have it since it is a regulated weapon that is very dangerous.

She tilted her head and watched l the gun with interest. The blood thirsty pressure from her oppressor shows he is not afraid to kill.

"Heal him." He demanded. His desperation apparent.

Everyone else didn't say anything and just watched. It is obvious they mean to force her to do their bidding. If she refuses she will be killed by this group of killers.

It's good she had made preparations before hand.

The man is still holding the gun when it fell on the ground. She walked and picked it up. Studying it closely.

"What's this?" The same man asked looking at his usually steady hand shaking and he lost control of the rest of his limbs, falling to the ground like a puppet without strings.

Soon all his comrades fell limp on the ground without even a little bit of strength. Seeing this, Amy opened the door and pulled the first person closest to the door outside.

She mummers low as if talking to herself. "I wonder how long it will take the zombies to find your bodies outside? Should I pull them towards the staircase? It seems like too much trouble for a bunch of dead people." They can all hear her and their eyes went wide.

She pulled the first man outside, she came back for the second one but the dying man on the couch spoke. It is a mystery he can talk at all. "We are sorry. I will do whatever you ask, don't kill my men." Even under such pressure and pain, he sounds commanding.

She looked at him but shook her head.

"No. I think this is better. You come into my home and point a gun on my face, you all must think me a soft persimmon."

"Stop. We will leave." The one whom she helped before in the medical shop said. He shouldn't have been so forceful.

"Don't worry too much. All of you will be dead by the end of the night. Unless three hours pass by and the medicine loses its effect." She pulls another one.

"Please." She looked up at the pair of cold black eyes that seem to have become tinged with desperation. "It was our fault this time. We won't come here in the future." She can feel he intends to keep this promise but he is dying anyways.

She pulls the ones out side in the hotel room and then closed the door. "Do you still want to live or have you given up?" She asked the beautiful man on the couch. She walked towards him and sat next to him.

"I still want to live." He answered after a while.

She looked at his face and saw his stars clearly. She reached out and stretched his furrowed eyebrows gently. 

He couldn't evade. "Initially you were a talent but the line of work you chose is bloody and all that karma is trying to take your life." She sighed looking at him in pity that he will die soon.

"What do you mean?" He asked seeing her complex expression.

"There is no way for you to avoid this bloody disaster unless I intervene." She looks at him. When he heard her say Bloody disaster his entire body went rigid. He had heard that premonition before, he just didn't believe it at the time.

"There is no other way but you?"

"This is your destiny. The inability to fight against the devil qi will expose you." She didn't want to say more. Saying any more will affect her own future.

The man seems to realize the devil qi is the zombie virus out there. If he can not fight it with his current condition, he will really turn into a zombie. Besides that, he is slowly dying right now.

"Can you help me? I will belong to you from now on." The words sounded.

"I will save your life but I won't completely take out the poison. It will take too much out of me and I don't like your little group right now. Perhaps you will find a way to cure yourself in the future." She said giving him the chance to back out.

She could hear sighs from all over the room. She pulled the man to

Lay down and opened his shirt unbuttoned it all the way down and took out a set of needles she had swapped out of the storage room of the medicine shop.

She had wanted to see if she can use her intangible energy from the supernatural ability to perform medical acupuncture. The theory is sound but the application is hard. Considering even the qi at the qi gathering stage in spirit cultivation will not be used outside the body.

She frowned and used her mental force instead, she forcefully pulled the poison outside the body of the man through the opening of the needless. She managed to push more than half of the poison out of his blood.

Has she used spiritual energy instead of mental power, she would be simultaneously nourishing the man thus preventing him from feeling the pain but there is no other way for now.

They both have cold sweat on their bodies when she decided to stop. She is mentally exhausted why he had been enduring immense pain.

An hour later she left him to sleep and went to the bathroom. Putting in the medical concoction she took another one of her tortuous baths. She doesn't know how many times she has had this bath in two days.

She wonders if it will be enough. A foul smell wafted out of the bathroom and the people who can not cover their noses suffered endlessly. Amy took out her phone and checked the internet. Many messages had come through at some point.

The first one is from her good class monitor who brought people into her villa. This is the reason she had moved out of that place because it becomes a safe haven for the students to take shelter. Since she will be living there, she is expected to play host and feed all these people.

When the food runs out she becomes a target and gets abuse from the people she had kindly offered shelter. In the original text, she had suffered greatly from her classmates and finally escaped to find her father. She discovers her powers along the way to her father's place and becomes confident again.

But the shadow left by the vicious group of people lingers In her heart making her a black hearted person even towards her father. The author had written a long detail explanation of what happened in the background before she reunited with her father later on.

Amy didn't want to deal with the nonsense so she checked into a hotel.

Rumeng, where are you?

We are coming to take shelter in the villa area, Yue senior has brought us outside your gate. Open the gate before the zombies eat us.

Amy open the door. Why are you not Letting us in.

We are breaking the door.

Not opening?

Bitch! Open the door.

Looking at the messages she smirked knowing her house has a special lock as long as the battery is full, it will remain close no matter how much someone hit the lock. If they waste time on that door, she wonders how they will feel when they find out not even a single biscuit remains inside.

The mental strength needs to be replenished by rests so she goes to sleep. The mental recovery pills she made are not of stable quality.

She falls asleep very quickly. Waking up the sky is already dark. She goes to brush her teeth and swallows a pill. She goes to the stove to make mental recovery pills.

The place is deserted and she is glad for it. Humming lightly she turns on the lights. She had bought battery operated lights but the electricity is still running.

She is playing music from her phone when a chill runs up her spine. She knows someone is watching her, she pretends to not have noticed, she takes of a few herbs and was them from the sink.

She then takes the knife and prepares to cut the herbs on the chopping board. However, unexpectedly she throws the knife towards the place where her feeling came from.

The person had move his head to the side with a palpating heart. Any slower and his eye would be pierced. He looked at the knife embedded in the wall. What physical strength does one need to push such a low quality steel weapon into the wall?