...What the hell?

"Uh..."

A few heads turned upward. At some point—no one could say exactly when—a tall figure had appeared in front of them. He was clean-cut, with sharp, handsome features, and his cold, indifferent gaze seemed to take in everything.

The group froze, their expressions instantly blank with shock, disbelief written all over their faces.

Was this... a hallucination?

The girl stared at him, dumbfounded. She couldn't wrap her head around it—how could someone just appear out of nowhere?

But his words from moments ago... they were dripping with temptation.

After all, they were nothing more than blood slaves now, kept like livestock by the terrifying zombies. Sooner or later, they'd end up as a meal.

In such a desperate situation, who wouldn't crave power?

"I... I want it," the girl finally said, her voice trembling.