Chapter 4: Miss, I Want...

When I heard the door open, I knew it was bad. Sure enough, the sound of the door opening attracted the zombies from upstairs anddownstairs, who, seeing the woman, rushed towards her like mad dogs. She was stunned. She hadn't dared to leave her apartment, trying to conserve energy by sleeping as much as possible. She had woken up from the noise of my knocking, thinking the zombies had left since I made such a racket without attracting them. To her horror, they were still around!

I reacted quickly, without hesitation. I pushed away the zombie from upstairs, rushed into the room, and locked the door. The woman looked at me in shock as I sat on the floor, leaning against the door. I hadn't expected to move so swiftly myself.

The two of us faced each other in the entryway. Seeing my gaze wander from her face to her chest and then to her legs, she instinctivelytightened her grip on the fruit knife she held. If I had any ill intentions, she was ready to fight for her life.

She was indeed beautiful - wine-red hair, big clear eyes, curved eyebrows, long trembling eyelashes, flawless pale skin, thin lips... By modern standards, she was goddess-like. However, judging by her dress, I automatically assumed she was a mistress kept by someone wealthy.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

She hesitated before nodding slightly and replying softly, "Yes."

Her voice was so gentle it almost melted me. I said, "I have food," and took out Snickers, soda crackers, and drinks. Since the outbreak, noone dared to drink tap water, so she had been surviving on bottled water and whatever food she had stored, waiting for rescue. Now, two months into the crisis, she had run out of supplies and had been starving for two days. Seeing the food and drink I offered, she tore intothem without reservation. She was famished.

While watching her eat, I asked, "What's your name?"

"Tang, Tang Ying," she replied.

The phrase goes 'a full belly breeds lecherous thoughts.' Having eaten my fill and being single for over twenty years, how could I not react to being in close quarters with a goddess-like woman? My jeans were uncomfortably tight, and my breathing grew heavy.

Tang Ying noticed my change and instinctively reached for the fruitknife. But I quickly pinned her to the ground. She struggled to push me off, yelling, "Ah! Let go of me!"

"Miss, I want you. You're used to being with men anyway," I said, myface twisted with a mix of viciousness and insanity. In the old society, a woman like her wouldn't even glance at a loser like me. But now, in this apocalyptic world without laws or moral constraints, I felt empowered. Ibelieved I had the skills to survive, even thrive, in this new world. In my eyes, I was more powerful than any rich or influential person from before the apocalypse. So, I felt I deserved a woman like her.