Just as Stel was busy finishing up, he suddenly heard the sound of a horn blaring from downstairs, right outside the apartment building. At first, Stel thought one of the zombies had accidentally triggered a car horn, so he didn't pay much attention.
"Wait a minute!"
While working out, Stel realized something was off. These zombies were mindless creatures without any thinking ability. How could they possibly get inside a car and honk the horn? There was no doubt that another survivor, like them, had pressed the horn!
Stel quickly stopped what he was doing. He put on a pair of shorts and ran to the balcony to observe the area below, particularly the direction from which the horn sounded.
"Who pressed that horn?" Stel scanned the zombie horde below.
"Beep beep!"
The car horn sounded again. This time, Stel followed the sound and couldn't believe his eyes. Not far down the street, a red Cayenne had been started. The car's engine was revving, but there were many obstacles around it. A man inside the car was trying to start it while others were clearing the obstacles.
"Bobby, can't you start the car yet?" one of his companions, busy clearing the obstacles, asked anxiously.
"No, it won't start. Stop rushing me! I'm trying again!" Bobby, with a cigarette in his mouth and sweating profusely, kept trying to start the car. In his attempts, he accidentally pressed the horn multiple times, attracting zombies towards them.
"Hisss!"
The zombies, attracted by the sound of the car engine, immediately started running towards them.
"Bobby, watch out! The zombies are coming!" one of the group shouted in fear upon seeing the approaching zombies. The sight of the zombies made the others' legs go weak.
"Don't panic! We've rehearsed this scenario before. Stick to the plan!" a bearded man shouted, drawing a machete from his backpack, though the blade was already dull from use.
"Right, right!" The others realized they were armed and pulled out their weapons, ready to face the oncoming zombies. Fortunately, there weren't many zombies during the day. At night, countless zombies would gather, making escape impossible.
"Charge!" the man shouted, bolstering his courage. He killed the leading zombie with a single strike.
"Chris, nice one!" someone cheered as the zombie fell, twitching briefly before lying still.
Seeing the zombie fall gave the group a sudden boost of confidence. They drew their weapons—baseball bats, kitchen knives, and fruit knives—from their backpacks and started attacking the zombies' heads.
"Don't be afraid! There aren't many zombies now, so we have a chance!" Chris's encouragement revitalized the group. They began fighting the zombies more effectively.
One of the burly men, wielding a machete, slashed at an oncoming zombie.
"Swish!"
The man's blade came down, severing the zombie's head cleanly.
"Hiss!"
After the zombie's head was chopped off, it quickly became motionless. Stel, watching from the balcony, felt more confident in his earlier hypothesis. It was clear that once these zombies lost their brains, they couldn't move. This indicated that the infection must be related to some part of the nervous system.
Elsie saw this too and turned to Stel, excitedly saying, "Master, look! They're getting the car started. That means we can escape, and these people are strong. We might be able to leave with them!"
Hope rekindled in Elsie's eyes. She thought Stel would agree with her and that they could escape with this group. Now that most of the zombies had been drawn away, it seemed like the best chance to get out.
"No way. They won't make it. Stop dreaming," Stel said dismissively.
"But Master..." Elsie started.
"If you want to try escaping with them, I don't mind throwing you down right now," Stel threatened.
Jumping from the third floor wouldn't kill her, but it would leave her injured, possibly with broken legs. In that state, escape would be impossible, and she'd likely end up being eaten by zombies without anyone to help her.
After thinking it over, Elsie decided to stay with Stel. Even though he treated her like a dog, she was safe with him. Leaving with these people could lead to encountering more zombies ahead, which was too risky.
"Master, I was wrong. I wasn't thinking straight. Please don't abandon me," Elsie pleaded.
Stel nodded, not holding it against her.
The two continued to observe the group's actions, though Stel remained skeptical about their chances.
Suddenly, a voice came from the room next to the third floor. "Please take me with you! I can't hold on any longer!"
A sultry-looking woman with a curvaceous figure stood on her balcony, waving at Chris and his group. Stel was surprised to discover another survivor in his apartment building. Then he realized that during the initial outbreak, everyone had been too scared to make any noise. Even his communication with the woman who jumped had been done by writing on bedsheets. But the accidental honking of the car horn had alerted everyone in the building.
"Another survivor?" Chris said, looking towards the woman after dealing with the zombies.
The woman, desperate to be rescued, stood on her balcony, watching as Chris and the others prepared to escape. She knew missing this chance could mean starving to death. She couldn't let that happen.
"What should I do?" she thought quickly, trying to figure out how to get their attention. She glanced at the glass beside her and saw her reflection, realizing her greatest asset was her appearance.
With a determined look, she unbuttoned her coat and removed it, revealing a strappy top underneath. In such dire times, it was rare for a woman to maintain her appearance so well.
"Uh..." Chris gulped, momentarily forgetting about the zombies around him.
His eyes were fixed on the woman. It had been over half a month since he had seen a woman, let alone one so seductive.
"Swish!"
After removing her coat, the woman didn't stop. She slowly slipped off her straps and pants, revealing her most alluring side.
"Do you like it?" she asked, one hand on the railing, showcasing her curves.
Chris stared intently, feeling a fire ignite within him.
"Click! Click! Vroom!"
At that moment, the car engine roared to life. "It's running! Get in the car, let's get out of here!" Bobby shouted, quickly getting into the passenger seat. The others, having dealt with the zombies, also prepared to leave.
But Chris stood motionless, then suddenly ran toward the apartment building.
"Chris, what are you doing?" a companion shouted anxiously. They couldn't understand why Chris was heading towards the zombie-infested building when the car was ready.
"There's someone calling for help. I can't just leave her!" Chris yelled back.
"But..." his friend started.
"How long has it been since you've had a fresh experience?" Chris asked, pointing at the woman on the third floor. Everyone was stunned, irresistibly drawn to her beauty.
"Damn, she's hot!" someone muttered.
Seeing their reactions, the woman smiled slyly. It seemed her plan was working. Even in the apocalypse, humans couldn't forget their most basic desires. She changed her pose and beckoned to the men.
"Don't you want me?" she teased.
"Fuck!!!!" Chris, gripping his machete tightly, charged into the apartment building again.