Chu Muge toyed with the crucifix pendant around her neck, sitting on the hood of an abandoned car, looking up at the gray sky.
Since that rain arrived, the world had taken on an oppressive tone: clouds thickened, fog lingered, and the sun was shut out, turning the sky pale and silver.
The bleak skyscrapers stood silent on the ground, various objects scattered around the mottled bloodstains, the horrifying scratch marks the earth was silent, devoid of any life.
Seeing such scenes for too long could indeed bring a person down, but fortunately, Chu Muge had found her own source of comfort, preventing herself from falling into complete solitude.
She put down the crucifix pendant, turned her head slightly, and smiled at Gu Yao, who stood dazed beside her.
She reached out and pinched Gu Yao’s cheeks, gently kneading them.
The soft cheeks were much more pleasant to play with than the hard crucifix. Chu Muge mischievously tugged at them, trying to make Gu Yao pull a funny face.
Gu Yao: ? What are you doing?
Even though she might be considered mindless now, she still had her rights!
Chu Muge burst out laughing: "Senior... so silly."
Gu Yao: ... (fainting from anger)
She realized Chu Muge was a bit childish.
She suspected Chu Muge was holding a grudge for not being able to date "Gu Yao," which led her to torment her now.
But Gu Yao wouldn’t take the blame; it was the original body’s fault, not hers (*???)
After eating and experiencing a blurry journey through time and space, undergoing a gender change, transforming into a zombie, and then being kept like a pet.
She’d call herself the unluckiest person of the year.
After playing enough, Chu Muge reluctantly let go, got off the car hood, and picked up her long sword: "It should be time."
As soon as she finished speaking, a broken wail echoed not far away, like the cry of a whale.
Unfazed, Chu Muge took Gu Yao’s hand, silently moving to hide behind a large truck.
The source of the eerie wail finally came into view: a huge figure over three meters tall, with skin appearing as if burned, a pale pink without any visible pores.
Fat shook with its slow movements, and due to its obesity, its gray eyes looked like tiny black beans embedded in the flesh, both eerily terrifying and absurdly funny.
Its seemingly burned skin was also covered in wrinkles, like cracks of scars, with dried bloodstains decorating them, and a few sparse hairs growing.
From a distance, it looked just as Chu Muge described: like a fat pig.
But this pig was indeed the street’s overlord: ignoring its accumulated fat, its huge mouth alone proved its formidable combat power—a mouth the size of several basketballs, filled with sharp teeth, seeming capable of chewing and swallowing anything.
In fact, it did just that; the reason there were so few zombies on this street was because it retained its pre-mutation habit of eating snacks.
Snacks meant meat, and other zombies were part of its diet.
It almost always comes out at this time of day and late at night to scavenge for food. Chu Muge had nearly figured out its routine.
Once it had dragged its heavy body past the large truck, Chu Muge relaxed and prepared to leave the street quietly.
There was no way she could take it head-on. She had to make sure it passed by before sneaking away, otherwise, because into it would be troublesome.
Unlike Chu Muge's calmness, Gu Yao's thoughts were in turmoil.
The reason was simple. While the intermittent wailing sound didn't affect Chu Muge much, it had a strange power over Gu Yao, making her uncontrollably want to step towards it and become its...
Snack.
That wouldn't do!
Gu Yao quickly put the brakes on her body.
What was this? Mind control? A chubby, land-dwelling siren?
As she mentally ridiculed the situation, Chu Muge grabbed her arm, frowning slightly, seemingly dissatisfied. "Where are you going?"
Gu Yao: I-I wasn't going anywhere, didn't I just stop myself?
Chu Muge murmured softly, "Maybe I shouldn't have brought you out."
Indeed, bringing along a dazed zombie was a burden, but Chu Muge was like a little girl with a new toy, unwilling to let it go. Not having Gu Yao by her side would make her feel uneasy.
"Senior, don't move."
Chu Muge pulled her left hand out of her sleeve and then cut her finger with the sharp edge of her long knife, offering it to Gu Yao's mouth.
The faint scent of blood made Gu Yao instinctively lean in and take a bite.
This time, Chu Muge didn't stop her, merely letting out a pained sound, her lips tightening, eyes welling up with tears.
She knew Gu Yao wouldn't actually bite her finger off because of that thing she had eaten.
Biting was an instinct imprinted in the zombie genes. Gu Yao controlled part of her body, stopping herself from biting down harder and instead just licked the oozing blood.
Though, even licking was wrong.
But... it tasted really good???
Like a starving person finally getting to taste a long-awaited meal, the temptation at that moment was something one couldn't understand when full.
Zombies were all foodies who never got full. With that delicate, white finger in her mouth, Gu Yao's attention was wholly absorbed. Control was hard, she had no shame left.
In her daze, Gu Yao felt like she was gradually becoming dependent on Chu Muge. It was as if every time her desires got out of hand, her body would automatically stop, never truly harming Chu Muge.
Gu Yao suspected it had something to do with the transparent thing she had been given.
But novels never mentioned the heroine having something so sinister, right? It seemed as if, over time, Gu Yao would completely mold to Chu Muge's shape.
Chu Muge watched her earnestly sucking on her finger, her eyes narrowing in pleasure. Setting down the long knife, she gently pressed Gu Yao against the side of the large truck. Her other hand slipped under Gu Yao's clothes, caressing her skin, finally reaching a peak.
"Senior, do you like it?"