I was bitten by a zombie.
I felt dizzy.
I seemed to have a fever.
My life is coming to an end.
I'm going to be a zombie!
What a pity! I didn't fuck that big-breasted bitch next door before I died!
That slut always looks down on me. She would rather have sex with a stranger than with me.
Well, it was better to eat others than to be eaten by others.
Charles woke up again.
How long did he sleep?
Charles didn't know how long had passed.
The phone in the pocket was out of power.
The crisis of zombies lasted for more than 10 days, and the electricity was cut off all over the city.
Er... Er... Er
In the corridor, there was the roar of zombies.
It should be the security guard zombie who bit her.
"Wait, how can I still be conscious?"
Charles found this problem and looked down at his right hand.
His right hand was indeed bitten.
Besides, there were clear teeth marks on the bite, but the wound had been coagulated.
But why didn't I change to zombie after being bitten?
Did I get the same power as the hero of the science fiction movie?
As a person who liked to watch movies, he really hoped to get a special ability.
If he could be a superman, he would have turned all women into his sex slave long ago.
No matter who he was, as long as he dared to oppose him, he would snatch all his wife and daughter and make them his belongings. He even wanted them to look at him and enjoy their dirty body.
A few minutes later.
Charles was sure that he didn't get the promotion of strength, nor did he have any special ability.
The only thing he was sure about was that he should still be a man now. At least when he thought of those bitches, his penis would become hard.
Cooing…
He could feel that he was very hungry.
Charles didn't check the fridge.
Because there was no food left in the room.
He came out to take risks just because he had finished eating at home.
Now Charles had two choices.
The first one was to leave the room and have a fight with zombies outside.
If he could win, he might have a chance to survive.
Of course, he could continue to stay in the room until he starved to death.
There was no need to hesitate.
He had been hesitating for a long time before he was bitten.
So after being bitten once, Charles grabbed his kitchen knife and opened the door.
The sound of the iron door opening echoed in the corridor.
The security guard zombie in the corridor seemed to hear the voice and turned to look at Charles.
Charles seemed to stop breathing.
However, it was different from the last time.
The security guard zombie just took a look at Charles and then turned his head, as if Charles didn't exist.
What was going on?
Did the zombie stop biting him?
Charles didn't move, but stood still and looked at the zombie.
The zombie was still walking back and forth, ignoring Charles.
"Hahaha!"
Charles laughed triumphantly!
"Zombie won't attack me anymore! In this world, who won't surrender to me?"
"Damn bitch! You can't look down upon me anymore! Because I'm your only hope to live!"
He kicked up the door of the next room and shouted at the beautiful big boobs bitch.
"Irene! If you want the food, you'd better open the door now and kneel on the ground to lick my feet!"
"If I am satisfied with you as a sex slave, I will think about giving you some food. Otherwise, your huge breasts can only be eaten by a zombie!"
Obviously, Irene heard him shouting. She walked to the door nervously.
After confirming that Charles was still a human, not a zombie, Irene's tone suddenly became arrogant again.
"You bastard! How dare you say that to me at this time! You'll be eaten by a zombie!"
She didn't like Charles at all. In her eyes, her neighbor was a complete loser. Although she was a slut, she didn't want to have sex with this man.
Charles didn't get angry this time.
He waited quietly until the security guard zombie came to his side, and then knocked loudly on the door again.
"Bitch! Look! There is a zombie beside me. Did he bite me? Hahaha!"
Irene looked out of the cat's eye in confusion.
Sure enough, the zombie ignored him as if he couldn't see Charles.
"That's impossible!"
Irene couldn't accept the fact.
She really didn't want to admit that Charles, who was looked down upon by her, was such a special person.
Charles smiled scornfully and came up with a new idea.
He left Irene and walked out of the building. He could see the chaos in the community.
Dozens of cars were jammed at the gate of the community, and many of them had been badly deformed.
It could be imagined that in order to escape, those timid humans desperately drove and wanted to rush out of the gate of the community.
As a result, the gate of the community was completely blocked by the car crash.
Charles walked past the wandering zombie and came to one of the supermarkets along the road.
As soon as he entered the supermarket, he saw the corpse of the saleswoman.
The corpse was complete, but her head exploded as if it had been smashed by something.
Charles didn't want to know who the murderer was, and he had no interest in knowing.
But the saleswoman's clothes were torn open, revealing two white breasts, which made him look at them.
But he refrained from touching it because bigger boos were waiting for him to conquer!
He found a bar of chocolate on the shelf of the supermarket and put it directly into his mouth.
The sweet taste of chocolate instantly melted in his mouth.
After eating a bar of chocolate, Charles felt that his strength had recovered a little.
At this time, some unconscious zombie walked past the door.
However, they just glanced at Charles and continued to walk forward.
Maybe they really thought of Charles as zombies.
Charles was sure that he wouldn't be attacked by a zombie.
He began to search for the food in the supermarket.
Biscuits, chocolate, ham sausage, bread, milk
After getting all these things, Charles went back to the building with these things proudly.
He came to the door of Irene and knocked again complacently after the security guard zombie went a little further.
"Bitch! Look at this!"
"Delicious bread! Sweet chocolate!"
"Now do you believe me? Kneel and lick me, beg me! You can get the food!"