Pass Out

Ever since John Carter bit that woman to death, he's never known hunger again, and among this horde of zombies, he's managed to get by.

But as time went on, with no one to talk to, confess to, care about, or even hate him, the loneliness nearly drove him insane!

So whenever he was in a bad mood, John would rush out to start a fight, beating up zombies for a couple of blocks until they turned tail at the mere sight of him.

Who said zombies only act on instinct? They can tell who's strong and who's weak.

Recently, a hulking zombie had appeared.

This guy was wearing a black tank top, and half of his face was riddled with wounds so deep you could see the bone; he probably used to play rugby or boxing, and he stood over two meters tall.

Bloodthirsty and vicious, with muscular limbs that could twist an ordinary zombie's head into a pretzel with a slight turn.

Last time John went out, he ran into this hulking zombie while he was teaching a little zombie a lesson; in just a few moves, he had taken care of the little guy.

Their eyes met, and both knew that sooner or later they'd have a life-or-death showdown!

So, John turned back to the hospital, retrieved that extremely sharp surgical knife, and secretly prepared for a face-off with the hulking zombie someday.

Brimming with confidence, he felt that with just one careless move he could slice that rotten head off as easily as cutting a watermelon.

But who would have thought that before John could even stir up trouble, the hulking zombie came looking for him first!

That day, while John was sleeping, he suddenly heard rapid footsteps outside his door!

Normally, zombies shuffle so slowly that they wouldn't make such hurried sounds.

It had to be a human!

The thought of fresh meat made John immediately get up to check.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly realized: if this human is running so frantically, they must be being chased by zombies!

He quickly went back to his room, grabbed the gleaming surgical knife from the table, and cautiously peered out through the peephole.

Through the peephole, he saw a neatly groomed short-haired woman with slightly wavy blonde hair.

She stood about 66 inches tall, had clear blue eyes and exquisite features, and was wearing a simple white short-sleeved top that exuded a scholarly vibe and youthful energy.

But at that moment, she was in tears, clearly too weak to climb the stairs—collapsed on the ground, panting, and clutching her chest tightly with both hands.

The distant, bone-chilling roar made her face turn instantly pale.

Behind her, the hulking zombie ambled upstairs, moving as leisurely as a man on a stroll.

Seeing the girl collapsed on the ground, the hulking zombie immediately began to pick up speed, with sticky saliva dripping continuously and his muscular arms swinging wildly.

The girl was so terrified that she couldn't even muster the strength to stand; she only sobbed and inched backward on the ground.

Seeing this, John thought to himself: if that hulking zombie eats her, I'll eventually have to deal with him!

So, John charged out with his knife, and just then, the college girl suddenly cried out in a low voice, "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

"Damn, she's attracting that big thing!" John muttered under his breath, cursing himself for not planning more carefully.

He stood there with his knife in front of the hulking zombie, looking utterly helpless.

Perhaps sensing John's hostility, the hulking zombie immediately became alert, hesitantly eyeing the gleaming surgical knife in John's hand, his bloodshot eyes widening as he let out a low, rumbling roar.

The woman had expected help, but instead saw a bloodshot, slobbering zombie rushing out, nearly causing her to faint.

Seeing her collapse at his feet, the hulking zombie grumbled discontentedly and waved his arms as if to say, "Clear the way, this is my meal!"

John took a deep breath, and with his surgical knife flashing coldly, lunged at the zombie's throat.

The hulking zombie reacted quickly, raising his left hand to block, and the knife effortlessly sliced through his flesh, severing a chunk of meat weighing over a pound!

Glaring at the massive wound oozing black blood, the hulking zombie, enraged and humiliated, swung his right arm, knocking John to the ground, revealing a mouthful of steel teeth as he lunged to bite him to death.

John's strength was no match for this beast; but he got weapon, as the surgical knife grazed his mouth, it effortlessly sliced off half of it.

Then, summoning every bit of strength he had, he struck again—this time, slashing from the side of his mouth, cleaving the hulking zombie from its mouth down to its chest, causing a burst of black blood and entrails to spurt out, drenching John entirely in gore.

The hulking zombie didn't utter a sound as it quickly died on the spot.

By chance, John noticed that the zombie's brain harbored a tumor resembling a blood clot, eerily glowing with red light.

Not knowing what came over him, John didn't hesitate to cut it off, swallowing it down in just a few quick strokes.

After tossing the now-dead hulking zombie aside, John noticed that no other zombies had followed, perhaps scared off by the beast who wanted to monopolize that tasty human.

He dragged the terrified, unconscious girl into his room, now caught in a dilemma: should he feast on her, or…

Not long after, the woman slowly regained consciousness, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she found John staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

Terrified, she immediately rolled and scrambled into a corner, curling up so tightly she couldn't even lift her head.

After crying for what felt like ages without the zombie attacking again, she timidly peeked out, only to see another zombie—just like her, with blonde hair—dozing on the sofa.

With red, swollen eyes, the woman stuttered as she got to her feet, cautiously feeling her way to the front door in an attempt to escape.

But no matter how hard she turned the knob, the door just wouldn't budge.

Just as she was getting anxious and sweating profusely, heavy breathing suddenly came from behind her.

John was both furious and amused—truth be told, he hadn't fully planned to kill the woman; he just didn't know how to handle her at that moment.

Now that he'd broken through his mental barriers and with the zombie's biological instincts taking over, any sense of human morality could hardly restrain him.

Perhaps out of loneliness, or maybe just for fun, John finally made his decision.

Just as the woman was desperately cowering in the corner, trembling with fear, John reached out and helped her open the door.

In the woman's startled gaze, John let out a low growl, as if urging her to leave.

At that moment, John suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, causing him to collapse onto the sofa with a cry of agony.

It felt as if his whole body was being burned by flames, enduring a torture-like pain, and John convulsed, his vision turning blood-red so that nothing could be seen clearly.

"Wh-what's happening to me?" he thought in confusion, knowing that another living human was still around—if she really decided to use any hard object while he was helpless, his brain might just burst!

With the endless pain finally overpowering his inner fear, John struggled to get back on his feet, barely making out the outline of the woman in his blurred vision.

A savage, violent emotion surged within him: "Kill her! Otherwise, she'll kill you! Humans won't ever appreciate the goodwill I just showed as a zombie!"

He opened his mouth wide, baring a row of steel teeth, and thought to himself: preemptively take care of this damned nuisance once and for all!

Just as the woman was helplessly crying out "Help! Help!", John grabbed her foot—when suddenly, a burst of excruciating pain struck him, and he blacked out from the agony...