Chapter 13 Dinner

Words : 1316 Updated : Sep 10th, 2025

The massive figure of Bulldozer flashed by, and a young man stood at the entrance.He was dressed in a clean white shirt, looking so neat it was as if he had just walked out of a formal event. His face carried a hint of cold indifference. The three people inside stared at him, frozen in terror, unable to speak. "Is… is he even human? Or a ghost?" Behind him stood Bulldozer and the female zombie, their menacing presence so intense it felt like the air around them had thickened, suffocating the three trapped inside the cold storage. As their eyes swept over these terrifying figures, they suddenly recognized a familiar face—Nina. "You… you're still alive?" the chef asked in disbelief. Nina looked at them coldly, her face showing a trace of anger. "Yeah, surprised?" Her voice was filled with resentment. These three had locked her outside, leaving her to almost die. If Ethan hadn't shown up in time, she would've been zombie food by now. At that moment, the three zombies began to slowly close in. Bulldozer was still restless, growling lowly. He held Ethan in awe—his boss had opened the door with just a small stick, effortlessly. Meanwhile, Bulldozer himself was itching to show off his strength. The female zombie had a twisted smile on her face, her pale complexion making her look even more terrifying. "Please, Nina, save me! I don't want to die, I don't want to be eaten by zombies!" The girl had already collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Her voice was filled with despair, a far cry from the cold, decisive tone she had used when she shut the door earlier. Nina looked at her and shook her head. "It's not up to me whether you live or die. That's for my boss to decide." All three of them turned their gaze to Ethan. This clean-cut young man was actually the leader of these zombies. "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything if you let me live!" The girl cried, trembling as she began to unbutton her clothes, desperately trying to use her body to bargain for her life. The chef quickly chimed in, "Boss, I can cook! I can make you amazing food. I even won a city cooking competition once!" They all knew that relying on Ethan's mercy was a long shot. Their only hope was to prove they were still useful. Ethan glanced at the chef and said calmly, "No need for all that trouble. Let's just start the meal." "What?" The chef's eyes widened, finally understanding what Ethan meant. "Roar—" The three zombies let out a vicious growl and lunged at them. Screams filled the air, but only for a few seconds. After that, the cold storage was filled with nothing but the sound of flesh being torn apart. Amidst the blood-soaked scene, Ethan remained spotless, casually strolling around the cold storage, inspecting the supplies. The place was well-stocked, with everything from Angus beef, New Zealand lamb, and French Bresse chicken to bluefin tuna—an impressive variety, and in large quantities. With a wave of his hand, all the ingredients vanished, stored away in his spatial ring. He had nearly replenished all the supplies he had used up earlier. Ethan was quite pleased with the haul. Meanwhile, the three zombies were feasting. Bulldozer and the female zombie devoured the bodies like ravenous beasts, tearing into the flesh in a grotesque display that would make anyone sick. The PhD zombie, however, was different. He first opened up the bodies, carefully removing the organs one by one, as if conducting a dissection. Only then did he slowly consume the organs. Though the PhD zombie's actions seemed more refined compared to Bulldozer and the female zombie, they were far more unsettling. A zombie performing an autopsy—it was a chilling sight. And at that moment, the only one still alive, Nina, was doing her best to suppress the nausea rising in her throat. She was the only normal human left here, and the sight of the zombies feasting made her feel like she was about to throw up. But she quickly covered her mouth, forcing the nausea back down. She knew that Ethan had become very particular about cleanliness lately. If she threw up here and annoyed him, she might not live to see another day. Ethan swiftly stored all the supplies from the cold storage into his spatial ring—not just the fresh meat, but also the rice, flour, oil, and other essentials from the storeroom. In addition, there was a small convenience store next to the cafeteria. The beer, cigarettes, sunflower seeds, drinks, bottled water, soda, sausages, and various snacks were all swept into his ring as well. These supplies had become rare commodities in the outside world. Nowadays, people would fight to the death over a loaf of bread. Ethan knew that stockpiling these resources would come in handy one day. Once everything was taken care of, the three zombie underlings finished their "dinner." They circled around Nina, with the female zombie even patting her on the head from time to time, as if teasing a small pet. Nina curled up into a ball, trembling all over, her face pale. She had never imagined that one day she would be surrounded by zombies, treated like a plaything. "Let's go," Ethan commanded. The female zombie gave Nina's head one last pat before reluctantly turning to leave. Nina was nearly scared out of her mind. She couldn't fathom that her future would involve living alongside these zombies. Her heart was filled with fear and unease. "B-boss, you're not going to kill me, right?" she asked cautiously. Ethan nodded, feeling in a good mood today. He decided to mess with her a little. "Did you forget? I used to run a farm." "Huh?" Nina looked confused, not understanding what he meant. Was he treating her like livestock? ... They left the campus, with Nina volunteering to be the driver. She drove the truck, carrying Ethan and his zombie underlings away. She knew that the only way to avoid being killed was to prove her usefulness. Nina had driven trucks before when she worked at a supermarket, so she was familiar with this vehicle. She drove carefully, trying to keep the ride as smooth as possible. In the back, Bulldozer seemed satisfied with her driving skills, giving her an imaginary "five-star review." The streets were still a mess, with scattered zombies wandering around, but they posed no threat to the truck. However, as they approached an intersection, they saw a heavy truck parked ahead. Inside were two middle-aged men, both looking gaunt and starving. Sёarᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. One of them, a bearded man, held half a cigarette in his hand, sniffing it repeatedly but too reluctant to light it. "Damn it! Didn't Tony go out to find supplies? Why isn't he back yet?" the bearded man grumbled. "He's probably been eaten by zombies. No word for this long? He's definitely done for," the skinny man next to him said coldly. The bearded man shook his head. "No way! Jake said he got through to Tony's phone, but no one answered. I bet the bastard ditched his wife and ran off!" "Forget about him. We need to figure out how to get some food. I'm starving!" the skinny man said, frowning. The bearded man kept sniffing his cigarette and sighed. "Where are we supposed to find food? Everything's been looted already!" "Wait…" Just as they were talking, they heard the sound of an engine in the distance. Looking in the direction of the noise, they saw a truck slowly approaching from a side road. ...

Chapter 13 Dinner

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