Crowe calmly walked into Sandra's dorm inner room and observed that the room was a bit messy. There was a short path that would lead him to the bathroom. While walking through, he saw large boxes that were being piled up, which contained a large amount of household garbage. The inner room was also not as tidy as one would've expected. A lot of random items were scattered all over the floor.
Crowe assumed from the layout of the room and items lying around that the tenants here lived a very regular life and paid attention to hygiene by doing their household chores. It was the fear of a zombie apocalypse that had caused them to be unable to maintain a healthy living condition. The pressure of imminent death would always linger in their minds and there would not be any need to even take out the trash. If Crowe was living here, the room would've been in a different condition entirely.
However, the smell in the room was still much better than the smell in the corridor. The smell of rotten corpses and rotten food in the corridor would've made people hurl out the food they had eaten the day before. The smell was completely unbearable. Although Crowe was able to withstand it, he didn't take joy in smelling these foul odors. Unless anyone has a faulty smelling sense, who would want to stay in a horrible condition like this. Coming into the room made Crowe relatively more comfortable.
Then, Crowe's attention was distracted from the overall environment. His line of sight was attracted by a bed on the side of the balcony in front of him. To be more precise, it was the person lying on the bed that attracted his attention. Her ocean-blue hair was naturally scattered behind her shoulder, and her face was exquisite from all angles, her long, beautiful eyelashes were framed with her closed eyelids, and her oval face and facial features were goddess-like. The only flaw in her beauty was that she had been deprived of nutrients for so long that she was willowy and thin like her friend, Sandra.
Eileen who was now in deep sleep resembled the sleeping beauty that Crowe could not help but admire. In his eyes, both of them were attractive girls. While Eileen was also as beautiful as Sandra though she had a different form of beauty. Even though they have been through rough conditions and were exhausted and weak, he could see their beauty that shone through their faces.
"At that time, when I saw you sent out a distress signal by yourself, I thought you were the only survivor. I didn't expect there to be another person in the dormitory."
With both hands in his pockets, Crowe slowly walked towards Eileen who was on her bed. Crowe heard the sound of Sandra catching up behind him, he didn't turn back and continued walking forward.
"Eileen is my roommate. We've been hiding here together for a month. Without her support and encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to survive until today." Sandra told Crowe.
Sandra caught up with Crowe, slowed down, and walked towards him near Eileen's bedside. She looked at the unconscious Eileen with worry in her eyes.
"I know she's your roommate," Crowe said calmly as he walked to the bedside and looked down at Eileen's beautiful but unconscious face.
"Huh?" Sandra was stunned.
"I'm also a student at Bastille University. You and Eileen were well-known throughout the campus in the past. I've heard of you.
Speaking of which, I've seen you from afar on campus." He added.
Even if he had the chance, Crowe wouldn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Sandra previously. Nothing good would've come out of that. Moreover, if he were to do something recklessly, it was highly likely that he would just end up embarrassed and humiliated. It was indeed in everyone's nature to like beautiful things, whether it was before the apocalypse or after the outbreak of zombies, he wouldn't simp at a girl.
If he had resorted to simping, he would have ended up with nothing anyway.
"We used to be from the same school..." Sandra was stunned by Crowe's words.
Then she thought carefully, Bastille University had been abandoned by the government, and the army had been evacuated. If a person wasn't insane nor looking to get himself killed, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to even enter the campus in the first place. Crowe's age would've been about the same as hers and he was probably also a student. With all these factors combined, Sandra was sure that Crowe wasn't lying— he was probably a student of Bastille University too.
"At that time, you and your roommates were in the dreams of every boy on campus. They were all after you and Eileen" Crowe told Sandra.
"That was great and all in the past but good looks are completely useless in the apocalypse. The zombies won't let us go just because we're pretty." Sandra replied dispiritedly.
Sandra was quite depressed. This was not the first time that she missed the peaceful life that she once had. Back then, she didn't need to worry about her own safety. She could go to class and study every day, and she could even have fun during her spare time but now, she was feeling afraid every single day. She would have night terrors or be kept awake from her anxiety. Sandra also thought that her life was completely over, the apocalypse was her only reality now.
"Besides, maybe this pretty face of yours will bring us other trouble apart from the zombies. I think you understand what I mean."
Crowe stared at Sandra with surprise. He had never had any contact with Sandra before and he had only heard about Sandra from the people around him, and he didn't know much about her. After he heard the girl say, Crowe had a clearer understanding of who Sandra really was. At least a smart girl like her would not be useless after being rescued. She would be helpful for him, Crowe thought to himself.
"There's nothing I can do. While I was hiding in the dormitory, I've been thinking about lots of things." Sandra sighed helplessly.
"Don't worry. Although I don't think I'm a good person, I won't do anything unfavorable to you and Eileen under any circumstances," Crowe said frankly.
He had noticed Sandra's sneaky glance at him and there was a possibility that she was trying to probe him. A guy like Crowe wasn't a monk, he too liked beautiful girls but he still had his own bottom line to what he was supposed and not supposed to do.
Sandra was nervous when she said that. She didn't know if Crowe would get offended by what had she said. Now, it seemed that he would not be much of a problem for her and Eileen.
"Well..." Sandra muttered.
Then, her gaze fell on Crowe's sharp side profile. She shifted her gaze to the right and her voice became very soft. She stammered and was about to say something to Crowe but she stopped herself before doing that.
"If you have something to say, just say it," Crowe said to her blatantly.
Although he said this, he could vaguely guess what Sandra was thinking. It was very likely related to Eileen who was lying unconscious on the bed. He observed Eileen's breathing, she was only unconscious and wasn't dead at this point. She was probably unconscious because she hadn't had any food or water. Unsurprisingly, after Sandra hesitated, she made a request that wasn't too far from Crowe's guess.
"Can... Can you give Eileen some food?" Sandra nervously asked.
At this moment, Eileen, who was lying quietly on the bed, slightly moved her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.