The feast finally wound down just past midnight, and one by one, everyone slipped back into their tents inside the supermarket.
In this chaotic world overrun by the undead, these small pockets of privacy felt like precious, fleeting luxuries.
Ross, of course, had claimed the largest tent, outfitted with a bed so big it seemed more like a mattress from a hotel than a makeshift shelter.
He hadn't been waiting long when a quiet rustle alerted him to movement.
A figure slipped inside, wrapped in an oversized jacket with the hood drawn low over her face.
Ross's curiosity sparked, but before he could say anything, she slowly began peeling off the jacket.
One layer fell, then another, until all that remained clinging to her were a pair of daring red panties that left little to the imagination.
"Zip!" Miku whispered, closing the tent with a soft click behind her.
Without hesitation, she stalked toward the bed, eyes locked on Ross's with a mixture of mischief and desire.
