Transmigrating into a Wasteland Cannon Fodder Slag A [GL Yuri] - Chapter 11

Yan An had long since grown tired of her own stench. Earlier, the pounding in her head had forced her to lie down for a while, but now that her “blue bar” had recovered a little, she finally pushed herself up.

She didn’t tease Gu Xia this time and went straight to wash up.

Her grimy shirt clung to her uncomfortably, so she stripped it off without hesitation, leaving only a sports tank underneath.

Beneath the tank top, her figure was cleanly defined with lean lines and graceful strength, her body subtly refined by her awakened ability. It wasn’t the coarse bulk of muscle, but something sharper, more harmonious.

Yan An didn’t bother to hide from Gu Xia’s eyes. She simply focused on cleaning herself.

She had a set of coveralls stashed in her space; even her jeans could be tossed once she was done.

Turning her back, she peeled the jeans off and flung them aside, utterly unconcerned about how exposed she was.

Her long, fair legs fell into Gu Xia’s line of sight before she could stop herself. Gu Xia’s face warmed, and she quickly looked away, an odd heat rising under her skin.

Yan An carried over a large bottle of mineral water, found a basin, and poured the water in. She brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth, then dampened a towel and slowly wiped herself down.

If not for the inconvenience of soaking her underclothes, she would have poured the whole bottle straight over her head.

But unless they found a shower, this would have to do.

By the time she finished, the 1.5-liter bottle was drained. Without soap or body wash, her skin still felt less than clean, but it was good enough.

Luckily, she wasn’t the type to be overly fussy. If she were, she’d never survive in a world where wilderness survival might mean going weeks without a bath.

Yan An walked around casually in little more than a vest and underwear, unconcerned with Gu Xia’s presence.

She had adapted quickly to the apocalypse, as though her mind had slipped past the strangeness of suddenly living in an ABO world.

Apocalypse movies she knew. ABO, though before she landed here, she wouldn’t have known the first thing about it.

Hmm?

She noticed a small door tucked into the convenience store’s inner wall which was likely a storeroom.

Throwing on a disposable rain poncho for cover, she prepared to check it out.

“Where are you going?” Gu Xia asked immediately.

“It’s fine. Eat something and rest. I’ll just take a look.”

Yan An padded deeper inside, a flicker of thought calling a dagger into her palm. She kept her hand hidden in the poncho sleeve, invisible unless you knew to look.

At the door, she leaned in carefully. The room was piled high with boxes just like a stock. Relief swept through her.

If they had missed this room and there had been a zombie inside, it could’ve slipped out in the night and killed them both in their sleep.

Strange, though why was this space hidden so deep? If she hadn’t been scanning the store while washing, keeping an eye out for useful supplies, she might never have noticed.

She stepped inside, using her dagger to slit open the boxes.

Instant meals. Milk. Chocolate. Instant noodles. Jerky. Energy drinks. All treasures.

Far more practical than most of the snacks she had stuffed in her space, snacks that consume a lot of room but barely filled a stomach.

With that thought, she dumped out the useless junk from her storage and slipped into the fresh coveralls she found.

Much better than her stiff jeans.

One by one, she packed away the good stuff, especially the energy drinks. Those could be life-saving.

Curious, she cracked one open and drank. It seemed to help her recovery bar tick upward.

As she was about to leave, a box in the corner caught her eye.

Medical supplies.

Pads and suppressor patches.

Though she was now an Alpha and didn’t have a monthly cycle, she had absorbed her predecessor’s memories: her body still menstruated once every few months, painless and unaffected by cold drinks or spicy food. She had once thought that was a blessing.

But Alphas came with their own problem: heat cycles. 

Once a month, two to three days.

During that time, Alphas typically locked themselves indoors to avoid chaos.

Omegas had it worse. Besides their period, they also went through a two-to-three-day “special period” before it. Their heightened desire during that window often stirred Alphas into a frenzy.

To go out safely, they had to use suppressants or suppression patches.

Injectable suppressants were expensive, a monthly financial drain. Patches, however, were cheap and commonly stocked.

Yan An immediately cleared space to stash the entire box of pads and patches.

She might not need them often, but Gu Xia would.

After sweeping up the rest of the useful goods like fruit knives, scissors, odds and ends. Yan An reorganized her storage space. If only it were bigger, she could have emptied the entire store.

When she stepped back out, Gu Xia was still awake, a half-empty bread bag and water bottle beside her.

“Guzi (Like an endearment for Gu Xia), why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Gu Xia looked uneasy, glancing toward the windows every so often.

Strange. By the timeline, Gu Xia should have awakened her ability already. But when Yan An checked her panel, she still hadn’t.

Did it require a brush with death to trigger?

Gu Xia lifted her eyes at Yan An but said nothing.

“Worried about Chen Hao?” Yan An smiled, sitting down beside her. “Then sleep. I’ll take first watch.”

“Your clothes?”

When she had gone in, she’d been half-undressed. Now she was wearing factory coveralls, the logo still visible.

Yan An just patted the fabric with a grin. “Someone like me, a walking clothes rack, can pull off anything.”

Gu Xia: “…” 

True enough. She did look good.

The sleeves and pant legs were a little long, so Yan An had rolled them up. The all-black, jacket-style work uniform clung to her tall frame in a way that was far beyond “good-looking.”

“Sleep. It’s late.” Yan An rubbed her temple, still aching faintly.

Gu Xia shook her head. “You sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid I’ll sell you out? Or that you’ll sell me?” Yan An teased. “You’re too cautious.”

“You’re exhausted.”

Her tone was flat, almost emotionless, but the words were unmistakably ones of concern.

Yan An’s performance earlier was proof enough. Her body had nearly given out, steps unsteady, hands clutching the shelves for support. Even brushing her teeth, her eyelids had drooped as if they weighed a ton.

Gu Xia figured it was no mystery: slaughtering so many zombies, keeping her nerves taut through the drive. It all added up.

But then there was the dagger that appeared and disappeared from her hand, the car that had gone from dead to perfectly fine, the uniform she now wore…

Gu Xia knew: Yan An wasn’t ordinary.

The moment the car had roared to life, summoning every zombie nearby, Yan An hadn’t flinched. She had known it would work.

While Gu Xia was still puzzling over all these oddities, Yan An leaned into her shoulder and lay down.

“Wake me in two hours,” she murmured, eyes falling shut.

Her spirit recovered slowly. For now, she was simply too tired.

Gu Xia lowered her gaze. Watching Yan An sleep was unsettling like staring at a stranger who wore a familiar face, pulling her between trust and mistrust.

“What are you staring at? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me?” Yan An muttered with her eyes closed, but the smirk was audible in her voice.

Gu Xia froze. For a moment, she almost believed Yan An had eyes on her forehead.

Flustered, she tore her gaze away and fixed on the shadows outside, where zombies wandered aimlessly and Chen Hao lurked somewhere unseen. Her chest tightened with worry for what tomorrow might bring.