Bastard!?

Stel estimated whether he could reach the apartment building before the zombies noticed him.

If he were alone, he could undoubtedly outrun the zombies and make it back quickly.

But with such a large backpack.

Even if Stel could reach the apartment, the zombies would catch up as he climbed the stairs.

Just as he was hesitating.

Suddenly, a light flashed from the second floor.

Why is there a light?

Stel saw a red dot at his feet, standing out starkly in the dark night.

He looked in the direction of the light and saw Bobby standing on the balcony.

It's him?!

Stel couldn't believe Bobby had survived after escaping into the apartment building!

But why is he shining a light on me?

Could it be that he wants to help me?

Unable to speak, Stel could only barely make out Bobby's face as he looked up.

Bobby looked down at Stel, crouched behind the car, and trembled with excitement.

It was this man who caused all of them to die.

There was a chance to escape the area, but now he was the only one left.

And the apartment he had hurriedly entered had no food.

Why should you take what was supposed to be mine?

"Hahaha! You got everyone killed, and now it's your turn to pay!"

Bobby laughed maniacally.

He bent down, picked up an empty bottle at his feet, and aimed it at Stel.

"Whoosh!"

With a flick of his wrist, the bottle traced a parabolic path in the air.

It smashed not far from Stel.

"Grrraaahhhhh!"

The zombies, which had been moving slowly, seemed to be triggered by a switch and staggered towards the car.

"Damn, you bastard!"

Stel cursed loudly.

He thought Bobby was going to help him, but he was there to cause harm!

If he took a chance, there was still hope of escaping.

Now all hope was gone!

"Rip!"

"Aaaahhh!"

"Grrraaahhh!"

The zombies let out eerie cries, rushing towards him.

Stel looked around and saw there was nowhere to hide.

Only One Option Left...

"Fuck it, no time to think!"

Stel opened the car door, discarded his heavy backpack, and scrambled inside like a rat.

"Clunk!"

Just a second before the zombies reached the car, Stel shut all the doors.

The loud slam drew all the zombies' attention from the shattered bottle to the car.

"Graaargh—!!!"

The zombies pressed tightly against the car, their ghastly faces smearing the glass.

Broken noses, faces with bite marks, some even missing their mouths, with tongues dangling out.

Bobby, standing on the balcony, saw the car surrounded by zombies.

He felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Hahaha! Lucky bastard, you didn't get eaten right away!"

"But now you're trapped. Starve in the car or come out and get bitten!"

Bobby lay back in his chair on the balcony, enjoying the moment.

"What a pity, it would be perfect if I had a bottle of champagne to celebrate."

"Fine wine and women... Women?"

A thought struck Bobby suddenly.

He stood up and looked towards the third-floor balcony.

Before he had entered the apartment, Bobby had glimpsed Stel's apartment from the driver's seat.

He couldn't take his eyes off Elsie the moment he saw her.

Her image was etched into his mind.

That woman must taste so sweet…!

Just as Bobby thought he had lost sight of Elsie, the curtains on the third-floor balcony were suddenly drawn back.

A pair of shapely, sexy legs stepped out.

Elsie, anxious from waiting inside, couldn't resist coming out to check the situation below.

But in the middle of the night, the darkness below made it impossible to see anything clearly.

"Stel, you can't die. If you die, I'll starve."

"You have to come back alive and bring me the food!"

Elsie couldn't stand the thought of serving Stel all this time just to starve in the end.

"Damn! She's so tempting!"

From Bobby's perspective, he could only see one of Elsie's beautiful feet.

But in this zombie apocalypse, seeing such a stunning woman was a rare treat!

"I have to get that woman!"

"Once her man is eaten by zombies in the daylight, I'll deal with that bitch."

"I'll take his woman and their food, hahaha!"

Bobby felt pleased with his cunning.

Only the ruthless and sly could survive the apocalypse.

Stel huddled in the back seat, enduring the overwhelming stench around him.

It felt like hiding in a garbage bin.

As time ticked by, the noise outside seemed to quiet down.

But occasionally, as clouds drifted and moonlight shone on the car,

he could see the shadows of zombies around the car.

They were everywhere.

"Damn, once I get out of here, I'll kill him!"

Stel swore angrily, his hands clenched into fists.

If it weren't for Bobby's interference, he could have at least escaped the zombies alone.

Run back to his apartment.

Now he was trapped here, in a desperate situation!

"Whoosh!"

Stel panted heavily, slowly straightening up, poking his head out halfway.

He needed to assess the situation outside.

He didn't plan to die in the car; he had to find a way to escape.

The only option was to take the risk of being spotted by zombies and observe the situation.

Then make an escape plan.

This was his only chance for survival.

As Stel lifted his head...

"…!"

"Hiss—!"

A zombie was pressing its wide-open mouth and entire face against the car window.

Stel's eyes locked with the zombie's.

Not good!

Stel was startled and quickly ducked down, curling into a ball.

Damn it!

Who would have thought zombies had a glass-licking fetish!

"Now I've been completely spotted. What do I do? Should I break out and fight?"

Stel pondered. If he went outside, he wouldn't stand a chance against so many zombies.

But he couldn't just wait for them to break into the car either.

After much hesitation, Stel gritted his teeth.

One hand slowly reached for his steel knife.

He was ready to fight to the death.

As his hand touched the car door handle, Stel suddenly paused.

Wait a minute, that zombie clearly saw me.

Why hasn't it attacked the car yet?

What's going on?

The car was still quietly parked, and no zombies were trying to break in.

Even the one that saw Stel was just standing there.