Chapter 2 Revenge Succeeded

Irene saw Charles tear open a bag of bread complacently and take a big bite with a look of enjoyment. She couldn't help swallowing.

She was so hungry that she hadn't eaten anything for almost two days.

When she saw the bread that she longed for a long time, was thrown on the ground by Charles. She couldn't stand it!

She opened the door, trying to stop Charles from wasting food.

"No!"

The moment she opened the door, Charles broke into the room.

Irene was just a girl. How could she have the strength as strong as Charles?

"Bitch, you finally open the door!"

Charles glared at the big-breasted neighbor with lust in his eyes.

He raised the bag in his hand, revealing so much food in it.

"Do you want to eat?"

"Yes, I do. Please give me some food!"

Irene had completely given up her dignity. All she wanted now was to live on.

Charles walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, putting the food beside him.

He lit a cigarette and pointed at Irene who was still at the door.

"If you want to eat something, kneel on the ground and crawl over like a female dog! I will give you a ham!"

Irene began to hesitate again. But thinking of the delicious food, she still knelt.

With her arms on the ground, she crawled towards Charles like a female dog.

Two huge breasts hung down like two balloons.

From Charles's point of view, he could see her breasts.

Irene twisted her buttocks in an exaggerated way, which was more attractive than the prostitutes on the street.

"Please, give me something to eat!"

Charles laughed and put his hand into her clothes, rubbing her boobs hard.

What's wrong with the zombie world? He thought it was amazing!

At least in this world, people like Irene who looked down upon him could only kneel at his feet!

"Come on, bitch! This is the ham for you. But remember, you can't hold it with your hands. You can only eat it with your mouth!"

"Because a female dog doesn't have hands!"

"Hahaha!"

Just as he said, Irene picked up the ham in her mouth and gulped it down.

Charles walked behind her, tore up another bread, and put it next to the ham sausage.

Then he rudely tore open Irene's underwear and inserted his stiff penis into it!

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Irene didn't expect that Charles would be so straightforward. She couldn't help but whine.

However, Charles didn't care about her at all. He just sat on top of her and started to fuck her.

"Bitch! How dare you look down upon me?"

"Fuck! I'll let you know how powerful I am. You can't afford to offend Charles!"

The resentment that had been accumulated for so many years was suddenly vented out.

Charles was like a rapist, giving vent to his sexual desire violently on Irene.

He grabbed Irene's hair and moved forward and backward like riding a horse.

Even though Irene rolled her eyes in pain, he didn't stop.

Charles didn't stand up comfortably until he was shooting. He looked at Irene who was crying on the ground.

"Charles, I know I was wrong. I'm willing to be your slave. I just hope that you can give me food and water in the future."

Charles put on his trousers and gave a cruel smile.

"Of course, I will give you some food. These are all yours."

When Irene was about to get up to thank Charles, she saw in horror that Charles was about to open the door.

"What are you doing? No! You can't open the door. There is a zombie outside!"

"It's none of my business."

Charles found the right time and suddenly opened the door!

The security guard zombie, who was wandering outside, happened to pass by and saw the naked Irene inside.

"Ah..."

While Irene was screaming in despair, Charles went downstairs leisurely.

He had fulfilled his promise, but he had never said that he would let Irene go.

He just wanted to play with this bitch for once.

Charles went back to the supermarket and searched for a bag. Then he packed cigarettes, food, and drinks into the bag.

He was going to leave this neighborhood and go to a high-end neighborhood nearby.

Not only the living environment there was better.

What's more, the girl he liked lived in that community.

But before leaving, Charles went to the pharmacy next door and took hydrogen peroxide and iodine to clean her wound.

After applying for the medicine, he tied it up with a bandage.

"Bring some medicine, too."

Although he had brought a large bag with her, he thought it might be useful.

Now it was the apocalypse. Any material was very precious.

Especially medicine!

Charles looked for medicine in the pharmacy again.

This time, he found a mountain climbing bag, a mountain climbing stick, a large rope, and other mountain-climbing equipment.

Charles seldom went to a pharmacy. At this time, he just knew that her boss was a mountain climber.

The mountain climbing stick could be used for self-defense, and so should the silk rope.

Needless to say, the mountain climbing bag could be used to contain medicine.

Cold medicines, anti-purgatives, anti-inflammatory drugs

The medicines, vitamins

Charles was on the shelf. When he saw the medicine, he took some and put them all into his bag.

Soon, the backpack was full.

The two bags of food, water, and cigarette from the convenience store weighed about more than 50 pounds.

There were about twenty pounds of medicine in his backpack.

The burden was not light anymore.

But he had to bring food, water, and medicine with him.

Because he had to try his best to reduce the number of times he collected food, in order not to be discovered by others. He had a physique that would not be bitten by zombies.

Charles didn't want to be caught by someone or the country for study.

He packed up his things.

Charles was about to leave, but he saw the poster of "sex drugs" on the checkout counter.

After thinking for a while, Charles found a plastic bag and packed all the adult drugs on the checkout counter.

Zombie world was his heaven! These things were absolutely useful!

At this time, Charles saw a black scooter on the roadside.

The motorcycle fell on the side of the road, with the key inserted in it. Not far away, there was a corpse that was gnawed and only bones left.

Obviously, his master wanted to escape by riding a bike.

But he rode too fast and fell on the road. Then he was eaten by a group of zombies.

Charles could ride a motorcycle.

At this time, he held up the motorcycle and started it.

The sound of the motorcycle's engine attracted the attention of zombies on the roadside.

However, they didn't attack Charles.

Charles put the bag and the backpack on the motorcycle leisurely.

Then he started the motorcycle.

He wanted to go to a more comfortable place and enjoy his life!