In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

The apocalypse arrived without warning, instantly engulfing the entire city.

The door to the restaurant's private room was being scratched loudly, and the zombies were about to break in at any moment.

I'm so annoyed by Wenren's tears.

She had just won over her boyfriend of a year, and after only one date, she wanted to commit suicide.

He grabbed a kitchen knife from the table, strode towards the door, and said, "I'm going to fight them. See you in the next life, honey."

Fu Yan reacted quickly, pulling the person back and kissing them on the back of the head. When they parted, Fu Yan's eyes held a suppressed reluctance: "Lei Lei, don't go crazy."

While Wenren Lei was in a daze, Fu Yan smoothed his soft white hair, then raised the knife and slashed his left arm.

Wenren Lei snapped out of her daze: "What are you trying to do?"

Fu Yan handed the car keys to Wenren Lei: "I've been observing the monsters downstairs. Remember, their weak point is their head. We'll split up. I'll go out first to distract them. You leave through the east emergency exit in five minutes. I'll wait for you in the car."

Fu Yan's arm was covered in blood, which had dripped all over the ground.

Wenren laughed through her tears: "Waiting for me in the car? Then why did you give me the car keys?"

Even a fool could tell that zombies are drawn to the smell of blood. What do you mean by splitting up? Fu Yan was clearly aiming to sacrifice himself.

Wenren Lei trembled with anger: "We've only been together for an hour, you don't need to be like this. If we break through together, we might both survive."

Fu Yan wasn't going to waste any more words with him. He pinched Wenren Lei's cheek and suddenly said, "I've liked you for many years, Lei Lei."

After saying that, he kicked over the solid wood dining table, grabbed a piece of broken tabletop, and rushed out the door without looking back.

The heavy stench of blood and the howls of zombies assaulted our senses.

Fu Yan, holding a wooden plank, forcefully pushed aside the five or six zombies blocking the doorway, then turned and rushed to the west side of the corridor. At the same time, he plunged a knife into the eye socket of a zombie, which fell to the ground with a thud.

The blood on Fu Yan's arm completely drove the zombies on the entire floor mad. They roared and chased after Fu Yan, disappearing quickly into the corridor in a bizarre and twisted manner.

Two zombies, a man and a woman, entered the private room; judging from their clothes, they were a couple.

Even in the early stages of mutation, the zombies moved quite quickly, baring their drooling mouths as they pounced on Wenren Lei.

Shoot the head, shoot the head...

Wenren Lei silently chanted in his heart, suppressing his nausea as he dodged. The two zombies collided heavily, and he turned around and stabbed the male zombie in the back of the head with his kitchen knife.

Damn, it's impossible to pierce it. No wonder Fu Yan attacked the eye socket.

The knife was jolted out of my hand by the reaction force.

The male zombie stiffly turned his neck and charged forward, roaring along with the female zombie.

Wenrenlei quickly took two steps back, grabbed the floor-length curtain next to her, and wrapped it tightly around the two zombies. The zombies struggled wildly inside the cloth and growled angrily.

The remains of a broken dining table were scattered on the ground. Wenrenlei flicked her toe, caught the sharp wooden piece, and stabbed it into the male zombie's head with all her might.

Blood splattered onto Wenrenlei's hands, and the pungent smell made him want to vomit. He gritted his teeth, picked up the kitchen knife that had fallen to the ground, and walked around to the female zombie.

"I'm sorry."

The knife plunged into the female zombie's eye socket, and her screams vanished instantly.

Wenren Lei was temporarily safe. She staggered and leaned against the wall, dry heaving for a while before finally leaving the private room with a dinner knife in her hand.

This is the third floor. The time it takes to fight the two zombies is enough for Fu Yan to lure all the zombies to the west side.

The corridor was unusually quiet, and Wenren Lei could hear her heart pounding wildly.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes blazed with anger as he cursed inwardly: Fu Yan, you'd better really wait for me in the car.

After walking a few steps, a door in front of us was suddenly pushed open.

Wenrenlei immediately took two steps back and raised her knife in a defensive stance.

A young man peeked out and, seeing Wenren Lei, rushed over as if he'd found a lifeline, yelling, "Help! Help! There are man-eating monsters outside!"

"Get lost." Wenren Lei stepped aside and continued walking forward.

The man persisted, pleading, "Take me out of here! I'll give you money! Take me to a safe place, and I'll give you all my money!"

Wenren Lei, her knife stained with blood, pointed it at the man and said coldly, "I'll say it again, get out."

The man was intimidated by the coldness in his eyes, shut his mouth, and only dared to follow from a distance.

But the cries for help attracted a new zombie. The zombie was dressed as a waiter, had a missing leg, and crawled up the west corridor on its hands and feet. Its inhuman speed made it look terrifying.

The man screamed and ran forward, pursued relentlessly by a zombie whose hand nearly grabbed his trouser leg. Terrified, as he passed Wenren Lei, the man suddenly reached out and shoved her violently into the zombie.

Wenrenlei hissed in annoyance, grabbed the man's wrist with her backhand, kicked away a zombie that had crawled to her feet, and then threw the man at the zombies.

"Ah—! Help me—!"

The screams grew fainter and fainter, drowned out by the sounds of flesh being torn apart.

Wenren Lei didn't look back once, pushed open the door of the emergency exit and walked downstairs.

The waiter's mutilated limbs and ashen, distorted face lingered in my mind.

Wenren Lei panicked a little.

Fu Yan, you'd better not become like that.

Wenren Lei is a serious looks-obsessed person. She was initially attracted to Fu Yan because of his impeccable, aloof face.

If... if Fu Yan really becomes that kind of monster.

Wenren Lei's heart felt like it had been twisted several times, and she murmured, "I will despise you."

We didn't encounter any more zombies on the way to the underground parking garage.

Once outside the emergency exit, the underground parking garage was dark, with a few zombies wandering aimlessly among the cars.

Wenrenlei tiptoed slowly toward the car. He noticed that in dim light, the zombies' eyesight and hearing seemed to be quite poor.

It wasn't until he got into the car and the sound of the door closing that the zombies were alerted. They screamed and rushed to the car, frantically pounding on the windows.

A pair of hazy, gray eyes were pressed against the car window, their pupils only the size of beans, so large they made one's scalp tingle with embarrassment.

Wenrenlei floored the accelerator and sped away from the underground parking garage, leaving the crazed zombies behind.

The sky outside had turned gloomy at some point. Wenren Lei parked the car in front of the restaurant and stared intently at the exit.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity, and he still hadn't seen Fu Yan.

The screams, roars, the loud crashes of cars, and the sirens all around were intertwined, and when they reached Wenren Lei's ears, they seemed to be separated by a layer of water, making them difficult to hear clearly.

He watched helplessly as zombies dressed in police uniforms pounced on fleeing pedestrians, and finally felt a pang of fear.

This is the end of the world: chaotic, brutal, and with no way out.

Wenren Lei's lips trembled. He heard himself say, "Brother Yan, I was just kidding. I won't dislike you. Stop messing around with me and come out now."

Just as he was about to break down, a disheveled figure finally appeared at the restaurant entrance.

Wenren Lei immediately opened the car window, but the next moment, his face instantly darkened.

It is Fu Yan.

But it's not the complete Fu Yan.

The left half of his face was a bloody mess, his once fair skin now a deathly gray, and his left arm had lost its forearm, with the flesh stuck together at the cut.

Fu Yan dragged his broken body slowly toward the car.

Fu Yan has turned into a corpse.