You... are the food

The roar of the zombies echoed through the air like thunder, startling a flock of birds nearby. They flapped their wings frantically, flying off into the distance.

Inside the girls' dorm, the survivors heard the terrifying sound too, and panic quickly set in.

Lola was curled up in the corner, her body trembling slightly, her face pale.

"Ethan... do you think he's already been eaten by the zombies?" Her voice quivered, and her eyes were filled with unease.

"Probably," a muscular guy responded coldly. "I heard a car outside earlier. It had to be him, but he must've attracted those monsters."

Another tall, well-built guy nodded, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Looks like your boyfriend's really head over heels for you. Knowing how dangerous it is, he still came looking for you."

The five people with Lola were all members of the school's basketball team, and she was a cheerleader. That's how they ended up together.

"Head over heels?" A third guy scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Nah, he's just a simp. And in the end, he's gonna get nothing for it." As he finished speaking, he casually slapped Lola on the butt, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

He enjoyed this feeling—making someone who was seen as a goddess by others submit to him.

Lola didn't seem to care about his actions. Instead, she complained, "So what now? Ethan's useless. He couldn't even bring us any food."

"Shh, quiet!" The fourth guy suddenly perked up, his face changing as he quickly grabbed a steel pipe nearby. "I think I hear something outside. Someone's coming up!"

Everyone immediately fell silent, holding their breath as they listened closely to the sounds outside.

Sure enough, heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, accompanied by the low growls of zombies, getting closer and closer.

"Hey, looks like your simp boyfriend really made it in," the fifth guy said with an excited grin, licking his cracked lips. They had run out of food days ago, and the hunger had worn down their patience. Even Lola, as attractive as she was, no longer stirred any interest in them.

"Stick to the plan," one of the guys whispered.

The five of them, armed with steel pipes, quietly positioned themselves on either side of the door, ready to ambush Ethan the moment he walked in. Their plan was simple—take whatever supplies he brought and then kill him.

After all, in this apocalypse, one more person meant less food to go around, and they had already decided that Ethan's life wasn't worth much.

Thud! Thud! Thud! A rhythmic knock came from the door, slow and deliberate, with an eerie calmness.

Lola peeked through the peephole and saw a familiar face—pale but handsome. It was Ethan.

"Hurry, come in!" She quickly unlocked the door, as if afraid he might leave if she didn't act fast.

Ethan stepped into the room, and Lola immediately locked the door behind him. At that moment, the five guys emerged from the shadows, surrounding Ethan with their steel pipes in hand.

"Where's the food? Where'd you stash it?" one of the guys asked coldly, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Their original plan had been to attack as soon as Ethan walked in, but seeing him empty-handed, they decided to get some answers first.

Ethan's face remained expressionless as his gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Lola.

Lola met his eyes without a hint of guilt. Instead, she smirked. "Yeah, I lied to you. But in times like these, there's no point explaining. It's every man for himself."

Ethan stayed silent, his eyes cold.

The five guys were clearly running out of patience.

"Say something, dammit! Where's the food?" one of them shouted, gripping his steel pipe tightly, his patience wearing thin.

"Hurry up and hand it over! Or we'll beat you to death!" another guy threatened, his eyes wild with desperation.

"Yeah, it's the end of the world. No one's gonna care if we kill you," a third guy added with a sneer.

Hunger had twisted their faces, their eyes filled with a savage, animalistic rage. In that moment, Ethan realized that starving humans weren't much different from zombies—they'd lost their minds, and maybe they were even more dangerous.

"If you don't talk, I'll kill you right now!" One of the guys finally snapped, swinging his steel pipe straight at Ethan's head.

This guy was one of the basketball team's star players—tall, strong, and powerful. The pipe cut through the air with a sharp whoosh. No ordinary person could block an attack like that.

But Ethan simply raised his hand and caught the pipe effortlessly. With a dull thud, the pipe stopped mid-swing, unable to move an inch further.

"What the hell?" The guy's face twisted in shock. He tried to yank the steel pipe back, but Ethan's grip was like a vice—completely immovable.

Seeing this, two other guys rushed forward to help.

And that's when Ethan finally spoke.

After days of mutation, his ability to speak had slowly returned. Though his voice was still raspy and stiff, he managed to utter a few chilling words.

"You... are the food."

The air in the room froze. Everyone stood still, paralyzed.

A cold shiver ran down their spines, their hearts pounding as an invisible wave of terror gripped them.

They finally realized the horrifying truth—Ethan was no longer human.

"Holy shit! He's a zombie!" one of the guys stammered, his legs turning to jelly. The steel pipe in his hand clattered to the floor as he instinctively backed away.

But Ethan merely flicked his wrist, and the pipe, as if controlled by some unseen force, shot through the air, impaling the guy straight through the mouth. The force was so great that the pipe burst out the back of his skull.

Thwack!

Blood sprayed everywhere. Lola and the remaining guys went pale, their fear reaching a fever pitch. Whatever shred of sanity they had left shattered in that moment.

"Run!"

Someone screamed, and they all bolted for the door, desperate to escape this nightmare.

But as soon as they turned, they slammed into something solid. The impact knocked them to the ground. Looking up, they realized they had run straight into a wall of muscle—a zombie standing nearly 6'6", its body rippling with grotesque strength.

"Raaaargh!"

The creature, known as Bulldozer, let out a deafening roar and swung its massive arm down. Two of the guys' heads were crushed instantly, their skulls exploding in a spray of blood and brain matter.

Lola was splattered with blood, frozen in place, her legs too weak to move.

Then, she heard it—a strange, eerie laugh, like a whisper from the depths of hell.

She turned instinctively and saw a female zombie, her long tongue flicking out as she licked her nails, a twisted smile on her face. The stench of decay was so close, Lola could almost taste it.

"Ahhh!" Lola screamed, completely losing control. Warmth spread through her pants as she trembled uncontrollably, her body betraying her in sheer terror.

At that moment, Ethan stepped out from the shadows.

Bulldozer and the female zombie immediately stopped what they were doing, standing at attention on either side of Ethan, as if awaiting his command. Their expressions were almost... proud, like hunting dogs showing off their kills to their master.

Meanwhile, another zombie—a "PhD" in a tattered lab coat—had already pinned one of the guys to the ground. With surgical precision, it drove its sharp nails into his throat, forehead, and chest, as if conducting some grotesque experiment.

The scene was far more horrifying than even Bulldozer's brutal head-crushing.

Lola and the last surviving guy were trembling uncontrollably, their faces drained of all color. They finally understood—Ethan wasn't just a zombie. He was their leader.

"Please! Don't kill me! I'm sorry... I swear I'm sorry!" The guy collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. All his previous bravado was gone, replaced by the pitiful whimpering of a terrified animal.

Lola finally realized what was happening and quickly started pleading, "Ethan, don't you love me? Please, don't kill me... I'll do anything, really, anything! You can have me whenever you want, I'll be yours and yours alone from now on. We can start right now, I'm willing to do anything, please..."

As she spoke, Lola let her straps slide down, revealing her round, pale breasts and pink nipples.

Ethan's gaze swept over her coldly, his face showing no hint of emotion.

Seeing this, Lola unzipped Ethan's pants and took out his 9-inch member, beginning to suck on it.

Ethan slowly looked down at her, his index finger lifting Lola's chin.

At this moment, Lola's face was flushed, and she stood up, looking eagerly at Ethan.

Suddenly, a dagger appeared in Ethan's hand.

In a chilling voice, he said, "What I want..."

"Is your heart."

Before she could react, the knife plunged into her chest without hesitation.

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