Feeding Me to the Zombies

The deck was eerily silent, except for the increasingly shrill creaking sound of the barbed wire being hit by the zombies.

Sneering, Hans scanned the silent crowd with satisfaction. He turned to me, revealing a rare, gentle expression. "You're indeed sensible."

He reached out and took hold of my chin, his voice hushed. "Don't fret. I'll make it right once we're back at the safe zone."

I lowered my lashes, concealing the chill in my gaze, and nodded compliantly. "Alright, I believe in you."

He grinned with satisfaction, as if everything was in order.

Then, he glanced towards Winnie with worry in his eyes. Yet, I understood that even if Winnie caught the ship at that moment, we wouldn't be able to make it back to the safe zone.

Hans's shot earlier hit right on the navigation system's core component.

The warning lights on the dashboard flashed silently, announcing a cruel truth. This ship was no longer functional.

Hans was oblivious to this. His entire attention was focused on the pink figure on the shore.

"Hans!" Winnie finally climbed onto the deck, soaked through, hugging a luxury designer bag tightly.

She stomped her foot coquettishly, "Why didn't you help me? My limited-edition Chanel is ruined!"

Her remark went off like a bomb in the crowd.

"What? All this just for a bag?"

"We almost died here!"

"Lunatics! You're all crazy!"

Enraged, Lucas rushed forward to snatch her bag, but Hans kicked him to the ground. Lucas' back slammed against the metal deck, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose. "Luketon, you're toying with everyone's lives!"

However, his angry rebuke only earned him Hans' mocking laughter. "So what? This is the apocalypse. Only the truly strong deserve to live."

He pulled out his gun, contemptuously glancing across the angry crowd on the deck. "Anyone who disagrees can jump ship now."

Winnie hid behind him. Her wet hair plastered to her cheeks as she shot me a defiant smile. "Clarissa, you're not mad at me too, are you?"

She shook the deformed bag in her hand. "This was a birthday present Hans gave me last year."

I gripped the gunwale tightly, my nails digging into my palms.

This also happened in my past life; she deliberately emphasized Hans's special treatment to her in front of everyone, while I could only force a smile like a fool.

I heard my own calm voice. "How is that possible? It's just a bag; it's worth it."

Winnie's expression stiffened.

Just then, the barbed wire snapped with a piercing sound.

"Roar!" The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up!

"Ah!"

Screams erupted instantly.

The zombie was bloated. Its eyes hung on its cheeks as it lunged straight at me.

"Clarissa!" Hans yelled, immediately raising his gun and aiming at the zombie in front of me.

The next second, he was immediately drawn to Winnie's scream. "Hans! I'm scared!"

He hesitated for a second before immediately turning his gun toward the zombies near Winnie.

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

"Captain Cloude, watch out!"

Fortunately, with everyone's combined help, the few zombies that had jumped onto the ship were successfully eliminated.

However, the boat was completely unable to set sail.