Shou Dao Zhan Yu, Ha Minh Hien, tragedy begins

Morning.

Shou Dao Zhan Yu, also known as Ha Minh Hien, groggily woke up. He breathed into his palm and sniffed it—it didn't smell too bad.

No brushing, no washing up. He just stood in front of the toilet, looked down at his bloated belly, and habitually held his little worm, taking a leak with a soft trickle.

Big figure, small stream. Quiet and brief—handled quickly.

He walked to the balcony and looked toward the second floor of the building across from him. As usual, the beautiful woman over there was looking his way, even holding up some vegetables to show him. Ha Minh Hien salivated.

Not from excitement over the woman.

But because he hadn't eaten anything in days. All he wanted was some tasty food, maybe even meat.

The woman lifted her chest with both hands, trying to give him a little visual stimulation.

But Ha Minh Hien was only interested in food.

"I can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to leave this place and get over to hers. There's food over there—real food. With that, I can hold on for much longer."

He kept brainwashing himself. Building up courage.

To dash out from here and make it to the building across.

The apocalypse had arrived. Zombies roamed everywhere. There was no hope, no future. If they could be wiped out, it would've happened already—it wouldn't have dragged on until now.

He observed the movements below.

Trying to see where the zombies were. Maybe he was lucky—he didn't see any.

He hesitated.

"Should I risk it?"

Ha Minh Hien knew, in his current state, the only hope of survival was to run across to that second-floor unit. He still had some strength—he could run, move, swing, slash.

But if he stayed like this for a few more days without food, he'd grow weaker. Then, even if he wanted to run, he wouldn't have the strength.

Should he take the risk?

He kept asking himself.

"If I can make it to that second floor, I'll have food. And maybe even a pretty girl."

Maybe it was that vision of a better future.

Ha Minh Hien walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cleaver.

He was going for it. Before heading out, he checked the surroundings again. Still no zombies. He took a deep breath, gently opened the security door, and began creeping down the stairs.

He didn't dare close the door.

In case zombies appeared, he could still run back and shut himself inside.

Once upon a time, a single minute on the stairs meant nothing.

Now it felt like a century.

He tiptoed, eyes darting around. The ground was splattered with blood, littered with corpses. He vaguely remembered how terrifying things had been when the apocalypse first hit.

Everyone was running.

Many got tackled by zombies and were torn apart alive.

The memory made him shiver.

Hiding at the stairhead for half a minute, he finally inched forward. The fresh air downstairs brought a burst of energy.

He made no sound.

Kept scanning every dark corner, afraid a zombie might pop out. His hand gripping the cleaver was slick with sweat, even though he hadn't even used it yet.

The corner ahead led to the pathway toward the opposite building.

"No zombies, no zombies..."

He prayed silently.

He leaned against the wall, slowly poking his head around to check the area. He sighed in relief—the residential lane was empty, not a single zombie in sight.

A short walk—but with zombies potentially around—it was absolute torture.

"There might be no zombies here because something big happened outside, drawing them away. After all, it's been days. Even zombies need to eat."

That seemed plausible.

He relaxed slightly.

Though only mentally—not letting his guard down physically.

"Damn it, if I'd known there weren't that many zombies, I'd have gone out days ago."

He quickened his pace. Just needed to make it to the second floor.

There was food.

And the woman who kept tempting him.

He imagined—during the apocalypse—having food and a beautiful woman by his side… It made him excited, so much so that even his little worm twitched with anticipation.

But then—

"Raaaagh!"

A low growl.

The sound came from behind.

Ha Minh Hien turned around in panic. A zombie was stumbling from the corner. It looked blank-faced, with stiff movements.

The moment it saw him—

Its eyes lit up. It roared excitedly and sprinted toward him.

"F**k…"

Scared shitless, Ha Minh Hien bolted. His chubby body wasn't made for speed, but thankfully the zombie had been far away. He had a chance to make it to the second floor before it reached him.

These were the worst kind of zombies—strong, fast, with freakishly good hearing.

If one got him, it was game over.

The roar triggered a chain reaction.

Nearby zombies, almost like they understood the call, came charging from all directions.

Ha Minh Hien didn't dare stop.

He could only hope that woman wasn't messing with him.

If she didn't open the door—

He was as good as dead.

He dashed up the stairs.

He'd never run this fast in his life. Taking two steps at a time, in the blink of an eye, he was on the second floor.

There it was—hope.

The door was open.

She stood waiting at the entrance.

Hope surged through him. He was so pumped, even his fat jiggled with excitement.

BANG!

He dashed inside.

The woman quickly shut the door.

Moments later.

he heard zombies stomping around outside. But since they didn't see him go inside, they continued wandering.

Ha Minh Hien was about to speak—

"Shhh…" The woman held a finger to her lips, listening carefully. After a while, the zombies seemed to leave.

She finally looked at him. "I'm Mac Cho Giai Le. What's your name?"

"Ha Minh Hien."

Shou Dao Zhan Yu, Ha Minh Hien, studied the woman in front of him. From a distance, she had only been a vague outline. But up close—she was gorgeous. Great figure. With this setup, as long as they had enough supplies, he could lie in bed with her forever.

He thought of one thing now.

Should he just go for it, or take some time to build a connection—maybe chat for a few hours, then "deepen their exchange" in bed?

Suddenly— A door creaked open.

Startled, Ha Minh Hien almost raised his cleaver in defense, thinking it was a zombie.

But when he saw the one emerging from the room… He froze. It was a shirtless, burly man, covered in chest hair.

Wait— A man?

A man with that much chest hair?

That meant… The woman was already taken. Nothing to do with him.

F**k.

A wave of disappointment hit him.

But then… hold on…

Why was that man looking at him like that? With a hungry, aggressive gaze, like a predator eyeing prey?

For some reason… Ha Minh Hien suddenly remembered a news story from overseas.

Two burglars broke into a house and didn't realize the owner was a massive, muscular gay dude. He locked them up for five days, used them for "fun," and when rescued, the burglars were rushed straight to the proctology ward.

"He's my brother—Nham Nham."

The woman's words pulled Ha Minh Hien back from despair.

Oh! Just her brother!

There was still hope!

He started imagining himself, his fat body on top of the beautiful woman…

Nham Nham stared at him, licked his lips, and walked over. His hulking frame made Ha Minh Hien—already a bit chubby—look like a soft little child in comparison.

"Come. Let's talk in my room."

Nham Nham slung an arm over his shoulders.

Ha Minh Hien looked simple-minded, and without realizing it, followed along.

A strong hand rubbed his waist, slowly moving downward. The sensation made him shiver uncontrollably.

"What are you doing?"

Nham Nham smirked, "Doing you."

SLAM!

The door shut.

Sounds of struggle came from inside—like someone spanking a kid.

The woman just shook her head.

"Sigh, this damn apocalypse… my brother's losing it. The entire complex has only one guy left… and he's this ugly. And my brother's still into him…"

She sighed again, helpless.

Once, whenever her brother brought someone home, it was always a soft piece of meat.

Now, imagining the twisted torture her brother might inflict…

She genuinely felt bad for Ha Minh Hien.

Poor guy might really end up as her brother's rbq.