Claiming it was a match, he was only slightly shorter than those two big guys.
He had all the muscles in all the right places, standing nearly six and a half feet tall, which definitely didn't match my five-foot-five petite frame.
I didn't understand why he still cared so much about his pride, even after becoming a zombie.
I could only silently roll my eyes and try to appease him. After all, a wise person doesn't seek trouble, right?
"No, that's not what I meant. I... I'm just afraid of pain. I really didn't mean you're small!"
Hearing this kind of talk again, Number Two nearly ground his teeth to dust, looking like he wanted to devour me whole.
And he actually did bite down on my shoulder.
In that moment, I was scared stiff. I had been so sure I was just meant for breeding that I thought he wouldn't dare use his teeth.
Getting scratched wouldn't infect you, but a bite would definitely turn you into a zombie.
Female zombies were hard to find, but human women with both legs were even rarer.
Just as I thought I was about to turn into a brainless little zombie, he suddenly released his bite.
There were only shallow teeth marks on my shoulder, the skin unbroken.
Then he gritted his teeth and called out my name with intense resentment: "Jolene, even at the end of the world, you still can't keep your mouth shut, can you?"
What?I don't think I ever told him my name.
Even if I was the leader of a survivor squad, I shouldn't be famous enough for every zombie to know me. Gazing into those strikingly cold eyes, I remebered a handsome, ascetic face overlapping with the face of second-in-command in front of me.
I sprang up like a carp and gave him a bear hug, bursting into tears of emotion.
"I never thought I'd run into someone familiar here. I'm so moved to see you again, senior! You'll protect me, right?"
The man's slightly mocking snicker reached my ears: "Jolene, that's not what you said back then."
Yeah, I guess it did sound a bit fake.
Before he turned into a zombie, he was a senior in the Finance Department named Dane, and the city's kickboxing champion.
Back then, I bragged to people that I could knock out a skinny dog like Dane with one punch.
I also said he looked like he wouldn't be any good, and I wouldn't take him even if he was given to me for free.
Actually, it was just sour grapes because he had rejected my confession and humiliated me.
At this moment, I felt utterly ashamed of my past ugliness.
I thought I had considered everything thoroughly, but who knew I'd end up with an enemy.
We were already incompatible as fire and water when we were human. Now that he's turned into a zombie, would I have any good days left in his hands?
But hey, I didn't get to sleep with him before, so it wouldn't be a loss if I did now.
That's what I thought.
But in reality, he hated me so much that even if I were the last woman on earth, he wouldn't want me.He teasingly watched my resigned-to-death expression, then tossed me to the ground.
"I need a housekeeper. I hope you're aware of your role as one, otherwise you'll just be blood pack!"
The physical harm was minimal, but the insult was severe. Luckily, I had no dignity left - being a housekeeper it is!
However, before the apocalypse, there were rumors at school that he liked Lavender.
In the previous life, after the death of the zombie horde's King Blackwood of Water, when the horde was engulfed, I learned that the second-in-command could have easily escaped on his own.
But he was willing to get injured to save Lavender, ultimately sacrificing himself.
I didn't understand it before, but now knowing that this second-in-command was Dane, things seem to make more sense.
Previously, when Lavender was with the King Blackwood of Water, he had no chance. Now that she's with the King Blackwood of Fire, he has even less of a chance.
I think he's blind to like a manipulative green tea bitch like Lavender.
However, this might give me another reason to convince him to team up.
But Dane is very harsh towards me, to the point of disgust, treating me like a pure slave.
So for now, I haven't dared to try to get close to him.