"What’s wrong with you?" Yasmin seemed to have noticed Ryan's indifference towards her and was surprised for a moment, because Ryan had never treated her this way before.

  "Nothing, I'm just tired after wandering around outside for two days." Ryan shook his head, still ignoring Yasmin's gaze.

  To outsiders, it seemed that he had only gotten separated from the team while searching for food and disappeared for a day.

  Only Ryan himself knew that in this short day, he had experienced the entire process from birth to death and from death to birth. Both his mentality and personality had undergone tremendous changes under the pressure of death.

  "Okay, then. Let's go back and join the others." Yasmin didn't know why Ryan suddenly became so cold towards her, but because of her pride as a beauty, she also lost the desire to continue the conversation.

  In Yasmin's eyes, Ryan was definitely an extremely ordinary person. Just like his name, he had an ordinary family background, ordinary abilities, ordinary looks and height, and ordinary work ability. He was a person from a completely different world from herself.

  Just because Ryan once chased after her, and even tried to please her repeatedly, he was able to maintain a seemingly good relationship with her. Of course, all this was based on the premise that he was a drooling dog.

  But now, Ryan stopped licking her boots, and his attitude was cold. He was even unwilling to pay attention to her.

  The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Fortunately, there were many survivors on night patrol following Yasmin. Seeing that Ryan, who had disappeared for a day, was found alive, they all came forward enthusiastically to express their concern and happiness.

  "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine." Facing these people's questions, Ryan's attitude was of gratitude but it remained cold. He just nodded indifferently, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the gathering point inside the cafeteria.

  Ryan would not be like this in the past. Perhaps it was because he had experienced a life-and-death experience that made him tend to be more indifferent.

  Soon, he squeezed through the crowd and re-entered the gathering point.

  After three months of being a hiding place, the interior space of the cafeteria had also been transformed to a certain extent. The hall on the first floor was used to store groceries and various daily necessities, and there were many survivors guarding them.

  The second floor was the living area for the survivors. It was divided into small rooms with wooden boards. Most of the survivors slept upstairs.

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  As for the third floor of the warehouse, it wss the living area for a small number of important people, including Wallace.

  After the end of the world, the survivors were divided into three categories: one were the deviants with awakened veins for evolution. The second were the potentials who had the chance for evolution after they awaken their veins. The last were the commoners with no ability to evolve.

  Before the recent events, Ryan's room was also on the second floor, so he subconsciously walked towards the stairs, intending to return to his original room to rest for a while.

  In a few hours, a wave of zombies would appear according to his system notification. Although he has completed the initial evolution, his current abilities do not allow him to face a zombie tide independently, so he must come up with a solution as soon as possible and complete the two tasks while ensuring his own safety.

  However, just as he stepped onto the stairs and was about to return to the second floor of the warehouse, a fat guy appeared in front of him again, blocking the staircase. "Ryan?"

  Ryan stopped, looked up, and stared at the person standing on the steps. He raised an eyebrow and responded indifferently, "Yes, what do you want, Lucas?"

  Lucas was also Ryan's former colleague, but their relationship has always been bad. Especially after the apocalypse, this fat guy who once pursued Yasmin like Ryan, actually turned to Wallace in order to survive and became one of his most loyal brothers.

  Of course, there were more reasons why Ryan hated him. On the previous day, when he was ambushed by Wallace and kicked into the zombie swarm. The guy closest to Ryan was Lucas. Not only did not help him, but there was disdain in his eyes when turned around and ran away behind Wallace.

  "How come you're still alive?"

  "Hmm?" Thinking back to what happened the other day, Ryan's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Why do all of you seem to want me dead...?"

  "Hey……what do you mean? Nobody wishes you dead..." Lucas obviously didn't expect Ryan to say that. He was stunned for a moment, then he forced a smile from his round face, "I'm just curious to know how you survived those things?"

  "Maybe it's just pure luck, or maybe I'm already undead, just like them." Ryan ignored this guy and said. He was about to continue walking forward, but after taking only two steps, he stopped again.

  Just because, in the corridor leading to his room, a tall and familiar figure appeared, which made Ryan narrow his eyes into blades.

  It was Wallace!

  At this moment, Wallace was surrounded by several minions of his who he liked to call little brothers, walking towards the stairwell with a smile on his face. When he saw Ryan who was left behind, came back, he was obviously shocked for a moment and the smile on his face gradually froze

  However, this guy didn't ask Ryan how he got back like the others did. He just froze for a moment, then showed his signature arrogant sneer. "I'm quite surprised that you could make it back."

  "Yeah, I didn't expect that I would still be able to return to this place alive either." Ryan was also smiling, but his eyes were narrowed into slits, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife. The murderous intent in his heart kept beating, making him clench his fists tightly. The burning anger was almost devouring his sanity.

  Ryan, struggling to hold back his anger, almost pounced on Wallace, but in the end, he still managed to control himself and endured it.

  Now was not the time to completely turn against him. After all, Wallace was also a deviant, and he had acquired the ability to evolve as early as the first month after the doomsday. Added to that were the minions around him, his little brothers, if there wss a head-on conflict, he would definitely come out worse off.

  So he chose to endure it for the time being. He just raised his eyes, stared coldly at Wallace, and asked in a hoarse voice. "Why, Wallace?"