Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

"Not going home again?"

"What home? I don't have one."

In a university dorm room, one boy slung his backpack over his shoulder while another remained seated at his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as he played a game.

"Alright then. Call me if you miss your big bro," a slender-faced boy chuckled.

The red-haired boy shot him a glare.

"Get lost."

"Fine, fine, I'm gone."

With that, the boy grabbed his bag and left, closing the door behind him.

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He played straight through until 10 PM.

Only when his stomach growled did he finally order takeout.

Then...

he kept playing.

When the food arrived, Xiao Feng typed a message on the in-game chatboard:

"Hold on, grabbing dinner."

Almost instantly, a reply popped up below:

"Eating dinner this late? Damn, dude, you're something else."

This online friend, who went by the username "Lone Leaf Boat," had been added by Xiao Feng three months prior. Their seamless teamwork in-game had led to regular gaming sessions. Xiao Feng disliked voice chat, so they always communicated via text. Lone Leaf Boat was great—if a bit chatty.

Closing the chat window, Xiao Feng dug into his takeout box.

After eating, he logged back in and teamed up with Lone Leaf Boat again.

"Hey man, where are you from?" Lone Leaf Boat asked.

Xiao Feng replied, "Xiang City."

"Xiang City? We're not too far apart then. I'm in Rong City. Come visit sometime—I'll treat you to some good food."

Rong City?

The mention of it conjured an image in Xiao Feng's mind.

It had been so long since he'd last visited his grandmother...

They gamed until the early hours.

"Man, I'm beat," Lone Leaf Boat finally said. "Let's pick this up tomorrow. Gonna crash. Night."

Xiao Feng responded with a single word:

"Sure."

He found another team and kept playing.

By the time he finally went to bed, it was past 3 AM.

He had no idea how long he slept.

When he woke, it was still dark outside.

Checking his phone, he saw it was already 8 PM the next day.

He rubbed his groggy head, puzzled.

He'd slept for over a full day and night.

That was way too long!

His stomach growled, and his mouth felt parched.

He got up, planning to grab a bite outside.

After washing up, he opened the door—

only to find someone standing with their back to him, blocking the way.

Expressionless, Xiao Feng said, "Move."

"Rrraaagh!"

The figure whipped around, its grotesque face suddenly magnified as it lunged at him.

Xiao Feng: !!!

What the hell is that?!

Instinct took over. As the creature pounced, Xiao Feng kicked hard at its chest.

The zombie flew backward, crashing into another shambling figure emerging from the opposite dorm room.

Recognition flashed across Xiao Feng's face when he saw the second zombie's features.

He quickly scanned the hallway—and froze.

How the hell had everyone in the dorm turned into zombies overnight?!

For a modern student, ignorance about zombies was impossible. He'd even played a game centered around them.

As the horde in the hallway surged toward him, he slammed the door shut.

Rushing to the window, he looked down.

The scene below was a nightmare: slow-moving, aimless zombies everywhere.

Though it was the weekend, many students had stayed on campus. Only locals, those with off-campus housing, or those out traveling had avoided the dorms.

The sight stunned him.

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled through news sites and social media, piecing together what had happened.

The apocalypse had arrived.

He shut the window tight and dialed emergency services—but got only a busy signal.

Steadying himself, he scavenged the room for food.

All he found were:

- Two packs of instant noodles

- Three sausages

- A bottle of cola

- Half a bottle of water

- A few wheat bread rolls

- A nearly empty jar of chili sauce

- And last night's leftover takeout

Staring at the pitiful stash, regret washed over him.

He should've ordered more.

For a week, Xiao Feng waited in the dorm for rescue.

Finally, it came—

a team clad in tactical gear.

But...

they never reached him.

Every last one died.

With supplies nearly gone, he knew waiting meant death.

He packed two clean outfits, the remaining bread rolls, and the half-bottle of water into his backpack.

Next, he searched for a weapon.

The room offered nothing useful.

Dismantling the bed frame was impossible without tools.

In the end, he stomped the head off a mop, keeping the wooden handle.

Prepared, he shouldered his bag, gripped the makeshift club, and opened the window.

Eyeing the nearby drainpipe, he planned his descent—but the zombies below complicated things.

His phone, down to its last bar of battery after the campus lost power the previous night, was his last resort.

He opened a music app.

A pounding beat blared out.

Every zombie within earshot snapped their heads toward the sound.

With all his strength, Xiao Feng hurled the phone into the distance.

"RAAAGH!"

The horde surged after it, some even leaping from upper floors. Though bones cracked on impact, they stubbornly rose and kept moving.

With the path clearing below, Xiao Feng seized his chance. Gripping the windowsill, he carefully stretched his foot toward the pipe's joint.

After a precarious climb down, he dropped to the ground and sprinted toward his planned route.

Most zombies were now drawn toward the academic buildings and sports field.

Just past the library lay the campus wall—and freedom.

He raced toward the library.

But rounding a corner, he skidded to a halt.

A dozen zombies loitered ahead.

His footsteps alerted them.

They turned in unison, snarling as they charged.