So, she bit her lip and made up her mind. "Master, please treat me like a dog from now on..."
Oh? Stel was suddenly surprised, not expecting Elsie to have such a realization. "Hmm... let's hear you bark first," Stel laughed.
"Woof..." Elsie imitated a dog's bark clumsily, although it didn't sound very convincing. Stel was still not satisfied after hearing it.
"Your bark is so soft; are you defying me?"
"No, no..."
"Crack!" Stel stood up and punched Elsie in the stomach. How could Elsie's delicate body withstand such a punch? She almost fainted from the pain.
"Do I need to teach you what a dog should be like?"
"…!"
Elsie, ignoring the pain in her stomach, gritted her teeth and lay down on the floor. The cold floor further stimulated the spot where Stel had punched her.
"Where's the sound? I can't hear it..."
"Woof..."
"Didn't you eat?"
"Woof woof..."
Elsie used all her strength to make the sound, finally satisfying Stel. But merely making Elsie bark like a dog wasn't enough to fully satisfy Stel.
"What do you think a dog should do?" Stel tilted Elsie's chin, a mocking smile on his face.
"Woof..." "Woof!"
Elsie willingly lowered herself, pressing her face against Stel's foot.
She even imitated a dog wagging its tail, swaying her hips.
"Master, are you satisfied now?"
"Not bad. I'll forgive you today, but next time, it won't be so simple."
"Yes..." Elsie nodded hastily.
With zombies outside, in the room, she had no choice but to obey Stel. Any slight defiance, and Stel would throw her outside to feed the zombies. In this apocalypse, just staying alive was already extremely difficult.
After speaking, Stel pressed Elsie's head down. This time, Elsie didn't resist at all. She knew that relying on Stel was the only way to survive.
In a short while, Stel showed a look of satisfaction, a glint of fervor in his eyes as he dragged Elsie into the room. Another round of passionate turmoil ensued.
For the time being, Stel had no plans to go out. This apartment had plenty of food, and combined with what Stel had brought, it was enough for them to eat for a long time.
Stel finally experienced what it meant to indulge in debauchery. He also understood why the dance department was the most popular in Miami, out of so many departments. Soft, supple, and highly versatile—it was unbelievably enjoyable!
In the evening, Stel went to the balcony to observe the zombies. The number of zombies downstairs seemed to have increased significantly. Since the outbreak yesterday, continuous screams from other residents filled the surroundings. Initially, the hallways and apartments of the building were filled with residents' screams. After an entire day, the screams had significantly decreased.
Stel leaned forward to look down. In the darkness, the zombies were packed tightly together, as if they were bolted at various points. Their movements were very slow and stiff. The zombies' movement speed had also decreased significantly. Stel guessed that their vision was impaired in the dark. Moreover, most of the residents in the building who could be infected had already been infected. The only remaining uninfected residents were people like Stel and Elsie, who noticed the outbreak before heading out and chose to stay inside.
At this point, the only ways they could get information about the outside world were through television and mobile phones.
But for some reason, the cell phone signal was very weak. Elsie wanted to check the current state of the internet but couldn't. So, Stel turned on the TV to check the latest news. He wondered if the zombie outbreak was just local or if it had spread nationwide.
"Strange, why do all these TV channels have no signal?" Stel said, flipping through the channels with the remote. Whether it was local channels, news channels, or even entertainment channels, all he saw was static.
Stel kept searching. Suddenly, one news channel flickered from static to a live image, but the content was terrifying.
It was a talent show. The judges and audience were all present, waiting for the contestants to appear. But then...
"Raaaagh!!!!"
On the screen, countless zombies were running onto the stage, and screams erupted from the audience and contestants.
"Don't eat me, don't eat me!"
"Help, I don't want to die!"
"It hurts, it hurts..."
One contestant faced the camera, only to be tackled by a zombie beside them. The zombie's mouth tore off the contestant's entire face, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.
Most people would be horrified by such a scene, but Stel remained unfazed. He had seen many such scenes during the previous zombie crisis.
"It looks like the zombie outbreak isn't just in this city; it's happening everywhere. The whole country is in chaos now."
Suddenly, the camera on the TV shifted, focusing on a middle-aged woman's face. In the midst of the chaos, the woman had her hands clasped together, holding a string of prayer beads, and was murmuring prayers.
"Buddha, please forgive all of this, please..."
"Ah!!!!"
The next second, a zombie attacked from behind, biting the woman's neck. Even in her dying moments, she looked at the camera, her mouth still moving.
"Buddha..."
Stel switched to other TV channels, but they all showed the same scenes. The zombie crisis was not only in their city of Hengchong but also all over the country. There was even a reporter who, during an interview, inadvertently encountered a zombie, turning the news into a live murder broadcast.
"Master, what is the situation worldwide?" Elsie asked, kneeling on the floor.
Because she was Stel's slave, he ordered her to either kneel or crawl while in the room. She was also only allowed to wear the most basic clothes; jackets and shirts were forbidden.
"All the TV stations have fallen. Hoping for rescue is almost impossible."
"What should we do then?" Elsie asked worriedly. The food Stel brought could last them about a month, but once it was gone, they would have to venture out for more supplies.
"Is that something you should be concerned about?" Stel asked coldly.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me..." Elsie spread her limbs out on the floor, showing complete submission.
While Stel was thinking, he noticed Tyler's body lying in the entrance. Tyler's body had turned completely pale, and his muscles were stiff. He had been dead for two days, and if left any longer, it would start to rot inside the room.
Stel grabbed Tyler's body with one hand and walked to the window.
"Smack!"