Part 1 of Episode 8: Chen Shu's task was equally grim: hauling the corpses of those killed by the cold or zombies to the incinerator pit. The stench was enough to make anyone gag, and the risk of infection was constant. But for the sake of survival—for half a moldy bun—he had to endure it. At midnight, both lay exhausted on communal beds beneath the stadium stands, surrounded by hundreds of others. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and unwashed bodies. Jingqing stared at her swollen, cracked hands, her tears never-ending. 'It wasn't supposed to be like this. I have a system. I'm a reincarnator!' She thought of Jing Bufan and his warm fireplace. 'Jing Bufan, you must be so happy right now,' she thought, clutching her dirty blanket so hard her nails dug into her palms. 'Just wait. Once I climb the ranks here and meet the high commander, I'll take everything back from you.' Meanwhile, at the First People's Hospital, a frozen horde of zombies stood in the entrance square. They weren't dead; they were merely dormant, waiting for the warmth of a living human to awaken them. 'System, activate Stealth Force Field,' I commanded. Spending a little energy, I created a soundproof layer around myself. Using a grappling hook, I scaled the wall to the third-floor window.