Chapter 7

Vanessa had repeated a year. She should have been a senior by now, but due to poor grades, she was forced to stay back.

Also because of face issues, she took a year off, so she was still in the same freshman class as us.

Hearing what I said, Vanessa stammered a bit, but to maintain her image, she still shouted back loudly: "Bitch, who do you think you're talking to? Do you believe I'll post your photos in the class group right now?"

"Go ahead. Worst case, we'll meet at the police station," I said and hung up the phone.

She wouldn't dare post them. Such a person who only bullies others would be very afraid of facing any threat herself.

I was confident she would be more afraid, so I was certain she wouldn't post anything.

Vanessa had photos of me.

They called me to the bathroom, beat me repeatedly, then tore open my clothes and took pictures of me at my most vulnerable.

At that time, I didn't dare resist, silently enduring their torment, just because I had no family left.

Now with zombies about to come, I wasn't afraid of anything anymore.

Thinking of myself back then, tears still fell.

The two puppies seemed to sense something and came over to gently lick my face.

Perhaps with the company of these two little ones, I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was time for my final round of shopping.

Still at that farmers' market, I directly bought a whole cow, two pigs, 30 chickens, 20 ducks, and various frozen fish, shrimp, and frozen foods.

After the merchants delivered everything, I looked at the two extra-large freezers now filled to capacity, feeling increasingly satisfied.

The next few days were just waiting.