Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 128: Fuxk, I just had to jinx it

[Mhm...I’ll seat this one out. You go ahead]

Qingran nodded and continued eating, her eyes drifted to the clock, he did say he would back by morning.

She downed the last contents of the beer and crushed the can.

"The food ain’t so bad. Let’s hope the cooks don’t die.."

"..."

[You shouldn’t have side that. Might cause a jinx.]

"..."

"Maybe."

Finished eating and stood up, she would walk around a bit to let her food digest.

"Lingquan let’s head to the gates."

Lingquan jumped down and followed her out of the dinning hall.

[You want to see outside the facility?]

"Yeah. I want to see what they see up there. There are 3 gates before you get into facility, the high rise makes it easier to fend of zombie waves, so I want to see how sturdy it is and analyze it from a attack point of view."

[Mhm...impressive thinking.]

She pressed the ground floor, and from there, they’d walk the length to the exterior checkpoint—beyond the basic wings, past the supply storage rooms, and into the narrow corridor that fed into the outermost perimeter.

The walk was long, quiet. Most of the staff had turned in, and the few she passed gave polite nods or avoided her gaze entirely.

[You know, the fear isn’t necessarily about what you did. It’s the not knowing what you’ll do next.]

"That’s fine. As long as they listen when it counts."

[You and Yizhou both have that look. Like you already know how the ending plays out.]

"I do."

The final hall curved slightly upward toward the gates, subtly sloped to give guards a better angle on anyone approaching.

The air changed as they neared, it was cooler, thinner, as faint traces of outside wind funneled in through the filtration ducts above.

When she reached the first checkpoint, the guard on duty immediately straightened and tapped his comm.

"Ma’am. Should I open the gate for inspection?"

"Yeah. All three. I want a full look. Leave it open until I say otherwise."

"Yes, ma’am."

With a buzz, the first gate hissed and opened inward. Qingran stepped out, Lingquan at her heels, "into the in-between" a buffer zone reinforced with concrete and steel, bordered with surveillance arrays and floodlights.

The outer gates towered beyond.

From here, she could see the rising arc of the facility. The design was efficient, less like a bunker and more like a fortress disguised beneath reinforced aesthetics.

The walls were high, angled to absorb kinetic impact. Narrow slits for defense installations dotted the tops, camouflaged with paneling that could slide open.

[Not bad.]

"Not bad at all" she echoed, stepping forward.

The second gate opened with a rumble, revealing a larger barrier, it was thicker, older, embedded deep into a trench meant to funnel threats into kill zones. It was built with the assumption of long sieges and desperate, overwhelming odds.

She crouched, fingers brushing against the seam of the structure.

Weld lines. Reinforcement bars beneath. They prepared for everything.

"Whoever designed this thought ahead. They assumed the worst-case scenario."

[Well seeing as Du Yuan is part of the elite team, it would make sense if they built this place to suit the apocalypse.]

"Yeah, now that you mentioned it...this facility it’s built to withstand the apocalypse, I just don’t know how much..."

She stood, gaze tracking the length of the defensive trench. "I want motion sensors calibrated to detect group density and heat spread. I’ll have them forward these to Chang Saem. We might have to go out to get supplies."

[Mhm..would be best to increase the security.]

The wind picked up slightly, rustling her hair. Beyond the gates, the world was dark. Silent. A little too silent for a place that was crawling around with zombies.

She glanced upward at the sky, no stars, just clouds and the low, buzzing glow of floodlights against the mist.

"Come on. Let’s do one full circuit. Then we’ll head back and catch a few hours of sleep. Yizhou should be back by morning."

The city was quieter than it should’ve been.

Feng Yizhou sat in the passenger seat, eyes trained on the road ahead. The convoy rolled out of the safe house in formation, a pair of trucks at the front and back, the rest of the men were packed into armored vans.

Haoyu sat beside him, arms crossed, hood pulled low. The boy didn’t say much, but Yizhou could feel the tension still simmering under the silence.

Thirty men, they were well-armed, well-trained, and alert.

But something in his gut still itched.

"We’ll be at the facility in 30 minutes," the driver said. "No major blockades from the scans so far."

Yizhou didn’t answer. His fingers tapped against his thigh, mind turning over Qingran’s last call, he was glad to see that she was worried about him or it could be she wanted to see if he was getting close to the facility.

They passed rows of abandoned cars, some smashed into barriers, others left haphazardly at angles that made no sense unless the people inside had fled in panic.

The deeper they drove into the city’s heart, the worse it got.

Streetlights flickered. Sirens echoed faintly in the distance. Haoyu finally spoke. "I don’t like how empty it is. How close are we to older sister Qingran?"

"You’re right not to. I won’t be surprised if we get attacked."

A body slammed into the windshield before the driver could react.

The van swerved. More figures spilled from the alleys, thin, fast, twisted.

Their movements added to the sense of unease, with snapping turns, jerky limbs, and mouths open in feral hunger.

"Fuck. I just had to jinx it." Feng Yizhou gritted his teeth.

The convoy came to a screeching halt as the infected swarmed from both sides. "Hold formation!" Yizhou snapped, yanking open the door and leaping out.

His gun was up before his feet hit the ground. Muzzle flashes lit the street. The infected didn’t care. They just threw themselves forward, some already riddled with bullets.

Bleeding,twitching, biting but they were still up.

One latched onto a soldier’s leg before it was crushed beneath a rifle butt.

"Haoyu, stay close!"

"I’m not a kid."

Haoyu growled, already firing from behind the truck.

He moved with more discipline than Yizhou expected, quick, precise shots to the head. Still, they were getting overrun.

"We need to punch through," one of the men yelled. "We can’t hold this line!" "Fall back to the trucks. Everyone in, now!"