Chapter 8

On the second day of holing up in the bunker, there were 5 days left until the zombie outbreak.

My homeroom teacher called me.

I hesitated for a moment but chose to answer the call.

The homeroom teacher spoke cautiously on the other end: "Aria, are you feeling any better?"

I knew she was afraid my emotions hadn't settled down yet.

I rubbed my nose and replied: "Teacher, I'm much better now. But I'd like to take another week off. I'll study at home on my own."

Hearing that I would study at home, the teacher quickly stopped me: "No, no. Aria, what I care about is your mood, not your grades. Isn't it better to start studying again after you've sorted out your emotions?"

Hearing her caring words, my nose tingled.

Since my dad passed away, no one had cared about my feelings like this.

Relatives at home only feared I would become their burden, keeping their distance from me.

With a slightly nasal voice, I said to the teacher: "Okay, teacher. I'll adjust my emotions well."

The voice on the other end sighed in relief, gently saying: "Then you just rest well at home. If there's anything, you can talk to me. I'll hang up now."

"Teacher, wait!" I quickly called out.

"What's wrong?"

I stammered a bit: "Teacher, the pandemic is recurring quite frequently lately. It's best to stock up on some food at home."

The teacher chuckled lightly: "Alright, teacher understands."

After hanging up with her, I looked at the remaining cameras from last time's installation.

Even though the large door I built now was sturdy enough, I was still worried about the worst-case scenario, so I chose to install them at the entrance, to monitor the situation outside at all times.

Said and done, I carried the two cameras out the door, with the two puppies trotting behind me.

After installation, I checked my inventory of supplies again.

Then I discovered the biggest problem - I hadn't bought water!

Heaven knows how devastated I felt at that moment.

Looking at this open area, I wondered if I could dig a well.

I immediately called the renovation foreman from before and asked about the situation.

The foreman's answer was that it was possible, and it would only take one day.

With the zombie outbreak countdown approaching, I directly offered a high price for the foreman to come over immediately.

Three hours later, the renovation foreman arrived with his tools, smiling at me and saying: "This tool works very fast, but the noise is quite loud."

I quickly told him: "It's fine, foreman. Just do it. I'm in a hurry now, so it doesn't matter if it's noisy."

After hearing this, the foreman immediately got to work, and I watched from the side.

I have to say, sometimes these tools are not only attractive to boys but also to girls.

The two puppies, hearing the loud noise, quickly ran into the house, trembling.

At 11:30 PM, water appeared in the well.

I smiled happily.

The foreman thoughtfully cut stones to surround it and set it up for me.

I gave the foreman some extra money, but he waved his hand with a smile and left directly.

After the foreman left, I began living a free and easy life in this bunker.

Today I eat steak, tomorrow I eat lamb leg, feeling quite comfortable.

Watching time pass bit by bit, I also gradually began to feel scared.

Even though I had already experienced the zombie massacre in my previous life, I was still very afraid.