Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Chapter 435: Corpse at the Door

The next morning, Colin Summers and Winnie Summers began going door to door, telling the neighbors in their building to go to the temporary shelter on the 23rd floor for warmth.

With the power and internet out, they couldn’t send a notice in the residents’ group chat or call anyone. Their only option was the most primitive method: knocking on every door.

To help share her mother and uncle’s workload, Melody Summers also got up bright and early. She was assigned the 14th, 15th, 16th, and 17th floors.

After leaving her apartment, Melody headed straight for 1602 on her own floor.

Joyce Lawson from 1601 had already moved in with Mrs. Vance. The three Lowell brothers from 1603 were dead. Zella Kane’s family from 1604 had been driven away by Melody. Now, besides the Summers family, the only person left on the 16th floor was Maisie Lynch in 1602.

Just as Melody knocked on the door of 1602, Maisie Lynch quickly opened it.

Maisie was wrapped in a thick quilt, bundled up tightly like a cocoon, with only her ashen-gray face showing. Her once rosy, full lips were tinged with purple, and a layer of white frost clung to her eyelashes. She looked utterly haggard.

What surprised Melody most were the several split wounds on Maisie’s face. The blood had long since congealed, forming dark, reddish-black marks.

Melody was taken aback by Maisie’s appearance. "Oh my god..." she asked, shocked. "How did you get so many cuts on your face? What happened?!"

Maisie’s lips trembled. The cold was so intense that even her gaze seemed unfocused.

She looked at Melody and said in a hoarse voice, "...They’re from the cold... My apartment is too cold. A couple of days ago, I rubbed my face with my hands... a little too hard, and the skin just split open..."

In extremely low temperatures, exposed skin becomes incredibly fragile; even slight force can tear it. Fortunately, Maisie’s face was so numb from the cold that she couldn’t feel much pain.

Unable to bear the sight, Melody looked away from Maisie’s blood-streaked face and told her about the temporary shelter being set up on the 23rd floor.

After hearing Melody out, Maisie immediately started packing her things without a second thought, ready to head to the 23rd-floor shelter.

For one, she had run out of coal and had no heat source. If this continued, she was afraid she would freeze to death.

Also, with the power and internet out for so long, she had lost all contact with the outside world. Staying alone in this apartment where someone had died, fighting the darkness and bitter cold by herself, had left her terrified and hopeless.

Humans are social animals, after all. Right now, Maisie was desperate to see other living people. Otherwise, she felt she would truly go insane.

After notifying Maisie, Melody climbed the stairs to the 17th floor.

The two large units on the 17th floor, 1705 and 1706, had been bought by Melody and were currently unoccupied. Melody planned to notify the other four households on the floor.

But to her surprise, just as she reached the door of 1701, she found someone lying collapsed in front of it!

The person was wearing a gray down jacket, lying stiffly prone in the doorway of 1701. Their back faced the ceiling, their face was on the floor, and their head was pressed against the door, completely motionless.

Seeing this, Melody couldn’t help but cover her mouth and gasp.

’I don’t know what’s going on, but this person is most likely dead!’

Holding her breath, she cautiously approached and leaned down to look at the back of the fallen person’s neck. She saw that their exposed skin was already covered in dark, bluish-black spots.

"But the amount of coal in this shipment is really low, not nearly enough for all the residents to share. So the emergency management office set up a temporary shelter right here in our building, on the 23rd floor. All the residents in the building can take refuge there!"

After listening to Melody’s explanation, the young woman inside seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

She opened the door wider, stared at Melody for a moment, and then asked, "...Are... Are you a Summers?"

Melody was taken aback by the question. "Yes, I am. Do I know you?" she asked, surprised.

Melody racked her brain but found she had no memory of the woman before her. How could she know her last name?

The woman nodded, then shook her head. Meeting Melody’s confused gaze, she explained, "My name is Yvette Hollis. We don’t know each other, but I met your mother when I went to get supplies from Crystal Mart, and I saw you helping out there too..."

Melody had often helped out at the supply distribution point, so Yvette had an impression of her.

If Melody’s voice hadn’t sounded vaguely familiar, Yvette would never have opened the door. With everyone short on supplies, who knew if the person knocking was friend or foe, or someone looking to break in and rob them.

Yvette pulled her down jacket tighter around herself and said to Melody, "Thank you for coming to tell me. I’m out of coal too. I’ll pack up and head to the 23rd floor."

Melody nodded. Then, remembering the corpse on the ground, she hesitated for a moment before pointing at it and asking Yvette, "Miss Hollis, do you know this man by the door...? He’s... dead..."

Hearing Melody’s words, Yvette’s expression didn’t change. She showed no panic at the news of a dead man at her door.

She simply cast a cool glance at the body on the floor and replied in a low voice, "I do... He’s the tenant from 1702, across the hall."