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

Wenren Lei gritted her teeth so hard they cracked, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Fu Yan, you're a real bastard."

He stepped on the gas and was about to leave, but then he glanced at Fu Yan and stopped.

If we let Fu Yan roam freely, he will only be hunted down when he encounters other survivors. Rather than that, it's better to send him away by myself.

While crying, Wenren Lei stared at the wrecked Fu Yan, then suddenly stepped on the gas and drove past at full speed.

Just as the front of the car was about to hit Fu Yan, the loud engine noise startled the surrounding zombies, who pounced on the car one after another. One zombie leaped into the air, stepping on the body of its fellow zombie, and crashed heavily into the windshield.

Wenren Lei lost his sight, the steering wheel suddenly slipped, and the sports car went out of control and crashed hard into the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling glass door.

The loud crash of shattering glass attracted zombies from all over the street, who roared and surged forward.

Wenren Lei's forehead slammed into the airbag, blood streaming down his brow bone. Ignoring the pain, he shook his head, grabbed a golf club from the back seat, and prepared to fight the horde of corpses.

"roar--!"

Suddenly, a deep, violent roar reverberated throughout the entire street. The sound was extremely penetrating, making Wenren Lei's temples throb and causing her to instinctively cover her ears.

The car suddenly sank, and Wenren Lei looked over.

Fu Yan had already jumped onto the hood of the car, his only remaining right hand gripping the zombie that was frantically smashing the window, and he opened his mouth to bite its shoulder hard, tearing it roughly.

The zombie was torn to shreds in an instant, like a rag doll.

Before Wenren Lei could react, Fu Yan had already dropped the zombie fragments, jumped off the hood of the car, and rushed into the dense horde of zombies.

Dark red blood splattered onto the car window, and Wenren Lei stared blankly at Fu Yan.

He was unrecognizable, ferocious and terrifying, like a wild beast that had lost its mind, tearing, scratching, and pouncing, crushing everything with the most primitive means, completely different from the calm and elegant man he used to be.

In just a few minutes, Fu Yan tore the horde of corpses to shreds, leaving the streets in a mess, littered with limbs and blood.

Fu Yan casually tossed away a mutilated zombie head and slowly walked to the car.

He was covered in zombie blood and filth, and his only remaining right hand was dripping blood. He looked terrifying, but he no longer had any aggression. He just lowered his head and stood guard by the car, motionless.

Wenren Lei slumped in her chair, her whole body trembling.

The car was eerily silent, both inside and out, the atmosphere so strange it was suffocating.

A minute later, Wenren Lei rolled down the car window, and a strong smell of blood hit him, causing him to gag by the window.

Fu Yan stiffly turned his neck to look over, saw that the one who made the sound was Wenren Lei, and then slowly lowered his gaze and remained motionless.

Wenren Lei wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, looked at the gentle yet broken Fu Yan, and made a decision in his heart: he would take Fu Yan with him.

Fu Yan was clearly different from the other zombies; he still retained some humanity.

Moreover, Fu Yan ended up in this state because he was trying to save himself.

Most importantly, Fu Yan is her husband.

He wiped the blood from his forehead, pushed open the door and got out of the car, stepping on the blood-stained ground as he looked up at Fu Yan.

"Brother Yan, can you understand me?"

Fu Yan caught his voice, lowered his head slightly, raised his blood-stained hand, and grabbed a handful of Wenren Lei's wind-blown hair.

The snow-white hair was instantly covered with a layer of foul-smelling blood.

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow: ...Thank you, but there's really no need for that.

The commotion we just made will surely attract more zombies, so we must leave this place as soon as possible.

The car was completely totaled. Wenren Lei took out a golf club from the car, turned around and walked away: "Stay close to me."

After walking a few steps, Wenren Lei worried that Fu Yan couldn't understand human speech, so she looked back and saw that Fu Yan was indeed standing still.

Wenren Lei clicked his tongue and turned back, and Fu Yan's eyes followed his figure the whole time.

He picked out a relatively clean piece of cloth from Fu Yan and grabbed it, saying, "Brother Yan, come with me."

Fu Yan then began to follow him.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Wenren Lei shivered: "Why is this wind so cold..."

The blood on his forehead was still streaming down his cheeks; it needed to be treated.

Not far away was a pharmacy with its glass door wide open, splattered with blood. Wenren Lei led Fu Yan inside.

The store was empty, the shelves were overturned, medicines were scattered all over the floor, and there was bloodstains everywhere.

"Brother Yan, stay here and don't move."

Wenren Lei bent down and rummaged through the shelves, quickly finding gauze and disinfectant cotton balls. He then glanced at Fu Yan.

His skin was grayish-blue, half of his face was a bloody mess and unrecognizable, and the area below his severed arm was empty; it was truly a mutilated state.

Wenren Lei found a plastic bag, packed up the alcohol and several rolls of gauze, then pulled Fu Yan into the shop's lounge and locked the door.

He first treated the wound on his forehead, wiped the blood off his hair, and then beckoned to Fu Yan: "Come here."

Fu Yan obediently walked up to him and stood still.

Wenren Lei opened a new bottle of alcohol: "I'll bandage you up. If it hurts, just bear with it, but don't bite me."

After saying that, he laughed at his own stupidity; zombies don't feel pain.

He used gauze soaked in alcohol to carefully wipe away the bloodstains covering Fu Yan's body, finally cleaning him up a bit.

Looking at Fu Yan's still intact half of his face, Wenren Lei commented, "Not bad, he's still quite handsome even with only half left."

After observing closely for a while, he realized that Fu Yan's eyes were different from those of other zombies. The whites of his eyes were still the normal color, but his pupils had turned blood red.

There was no time to study it further. Wenren Lei carefully wrapped Fu Yan's severed arm and face with gauze, using up seventeen rolls of gauze, leaving only one red eye visible on his right cheek.

Wenren Lei couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Yan, you look like a mummy right now."

Fu Yan blinked in confusion.

After Wenren Lei finished laughing, he found two hiking backpacks under the bed, intending to pack as much medicine as possible, since the apocalypse might last for a long time and these medicines would become scarce.

The door to the lounge clicked open, and Wenren Lei peeked out furtively. Seeing that there was no one in the store and no zombies had broken in, she finally felt relieved and came out.

Wenrenlei, like a hamster, rummaged through her backpack for medicine.

Once both bags were completely full, he hung one on Fu Yan's back, carried the other on his own back, and slapped a bank card onto the counter.

"Let's go, Brother Yan." Wenren Lei gripped the golf clubs tightly, weighed her backpack in her hand, and said, "It's quite heavy."

She had only taken two steps when Wenren Lei's clothes were tugged. When she turned around, she saw Fu Yan staring intently at her.

Wenren asked tearfully, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yan was speechless and stood motionless, waiting for Wenren Lei to guess for herself.

This stumped Wenren Lei, and she began brainstorming.

Are you hungry?

Fu Yan did not react.

"Hmm...Are you tired?"

no response.

……

……

After guessing for a long time, Wenren Lei finally had a flash of inspiration: "You want to carry my bag?"

Fu Yan finally blinked.

This deeply moved Wenren Lei; even after her husband turned into a zombie, he still remembered that she was a lazy bum.

"Brother Yan, you're so good to me." Wenren Lei said without any hesitation, taking off her backpack and hanging it around Fu Yan's neck, then walking forward with a light heart.