My Fake Friend Called Me a Homewrecker Chapter 4

Before the authorities could arrive, Quinn took me and literally flew us out of the safe zone, scaling walls like it was nothing.

The moment my feet finally touched solid ground, I smoothed down my windblown hair and couldn't hold it in anymore. I leaned against a nearby tree and threw up.

Oh god...

Quinn Airlines was definitely not designed for human passengers.

"Sis, did I go too fast?" Quinn pulled a bottle of water from our pile of luggage, twisted off the cap, and handed it to me with concern in his eyes.

I took the water bottle and chugged half of it before the churning in my stomach finally settled.

"That wasn't running," I said, turning to look at Quinn with an accusing expression.

"That was basically flying!"

Were all high-level zombies this intense now?

Scaling walls was nothing to him. According to Quinn, while zombies and humans seemed to coexist peacefully, the zombie population had been continuously evolving.

There were now more than a dozen high-level zombies like Quinn.

Meanwhile, humans were trapped in their safe zones, stagnating. Once the zombie outbreak happened, the consequences would be catastrophic.

As for ability users...

Honestly, abilities were just mutations caused by the zombie virus invading the body—turning what should have been lethal into a superpower instead.

But only a handful of people could actually survive the zombie virus.

A few dozen ability users couldn't possibly hold back evolved zombies.

Seeing my furrowed brow, Quinn tilted his head and reached out, gently smoothing the wrinkles from my forehead.

"It's okay, Sis. You're the Zombie King. If you want to protect humans, all you need to do is roar once."

"They'll listen to you."

Quinn's smile was so gentle, truly no different from a human.

I stared at him for a long moment before finally looking away, pressing my lips together.

"Let's go."

I'd always been pretty carefree, but Quinn calling me the so-called "Zombie King" really bothered me.

How could someone get bitten by a zombie once and just become the Zombie King?

That was such a glaring plot hole.

I watched Quinn bend down to pick up our luggage from the ground, extending his hand toward me. His pale, almost sickly face wore a gentle smile.

I steadied myself and took his hand.

No matter what, following Quinn...

Wouldn't be a mistake.