Screams of horror. Pleas for help. That's all I can hear. That's all I can see. Nothing but pure, unfiltered terror.
And yet… why is my mind so calm?
Maybe it's all this strange knowledge suddenly floating in my head—like how to bandage a gunshot wound, or how to swing a bat just right to crush a skull. I don't know… but I feel strangely relieved that I'm not panicking like the others.
I muttered to myself as I closed the curtain, blocking the sight of a woman being torn apart alive by a horde of the undead.
A tired sigh escaped my lips as I grabbed a knife.
"I'm out of food."
Looks like I have no choice... I have to go out there.
I know it's a terrible idea—with all those zombies wandering around—but it's either starve slowly… or get eaten alive.
Neither option sounds particularly appealing.
I walked slowly toward the door of my apartment, gripping the knife tightly in my hand.
Even though I don't feel the same kind of fear or panic as everyone else, my body—unlike my mind—is trembling. It's screaming in silent terror at the thought of what's waiting outside.
I guess it's just instinct. A natural reaction. Our bodies are wired to sense danger, even when our minds try to stay calm.
I opened the door carefully. Thankfully, no zombies nearby. I could see a few in the distance, but that was good.
Zombies are blind, after all. They only attack when they hear something. Their sense of hearing is incredibly sharp—it's what guides them to their prey.
And then—
"AHHH!! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!"
A deep, panicked male voice rang out. I turned toward the sound and saw a grown man sprinting for his life, two zombies chasing closely behind.
Here's something I've learned from watching them: zombies are much faster than any normal human.
In fact, they run at speeds close to the world's fastest sprinter—but unlike us, they don't get tired. They don't stop. Ever.
It's like they've evolved with all the right traits to hunt us down.
The zombies caught up to the man and tore into him without mercy. I didn't stay to watch.
I simply turned away and started walking—heading out to find food.
Save him? Sorry, that kind of crap is for fairy-tale heroes.Me? I'm just a human who still wants to live. Whether the world ends today or tomorrow, so be it.
But if I'm going to die…I'll die alive. Not undead.
You know what I never understood about those "main characters"?They risk everything—everything—just to save some pretty girl.
Why? Because she's hot?You risk your life for an ass? Ha! What a damn joke.
I sneered at the thought.
Even worse are the so-called "good guys." The ones who go around saving people just to feed their hero complex.They act all righteous, but in the end, they're the same bastards who'd stab their best friend in the back for the same girl.
Disgusting.
If you're going to do that—Why not go all in? Kill your friend, take the girl, seduce her, sleep with her, then show him the video and give him a proper emotional deathblow.
That's what a true bastard…
That's what a real demon would do.
[End Of The Chapter 1]