My Fake Friend Called Me a Homewrecker Chapter 5

One month later, the zombie outbreak happened.

I was lying in bed scrolling through my phone when I suddenly lost signal.

I got up and went to the balcony to see if the reception was better there.

But the moment I opened the balcony door, a rotting zombie literally fell from the sky.

I nearly died of fright.

Just as the zombie opened its mouth to bite me, all my survival training from the safe zone kicked in on pure instinct.

Muscle memory helped me dodge its lunge, but I lost my footing and fell hard on my butt.

Seeing this, the zombie charged at me without hesitation.

In that split second, Quinn appeared in front of me like lightning. His pale, slender hand pierced straight through the zombie's skull, pulling out a massive core.

I watched, trembling.

Quinn looked down at the core in his hand, frowning slightly, about to toss it aside.

"Wait, wait, wait! Quinn, don't waste it!" I lunged forward, completely ignoring the fact that Quinn had just given a zombie a lobotomy. I carefully picked up the core and placed it in a canvas bag.

I contentedly patted the now-bulging bag, absolutely delighted.

Zombie cores were essential for ability users to level up and strengthen their powers.

But since zombies had been hiding while evolving, cores had become extremely difficult to obtain, causing all ability users' powers to stagnate.

During this month outside with Quinn, I hadn't felt much like the so-called "Zombie King," but I had collected quite a few cores.

Of course, Quinn did all the killing. I just picked up the loot afterward.

"Sis, what do you need the cores for?" Quinn tilted his head, confused.

I didn't have abilities, and Quinn didn't need cores to evolve, so he genuinely didn't understand why I was collecting them.

I smiled and patted the canvas bag, then pulled Quinn to the sink to wash his hands.

"Think about it—ability users need zombie cores to level up. Before the outbreak, they could barely get any cores. If I show up with a bag full of cores right now, won't they have to depend on us?"

Quinn frowned. "You want to go back, Sis?"

"Of course not. I just don't want humanity to go extinct."

My expression suddenly grew somber.

Honestly, even though Quinn bit me and I'm not technically human anymore, deep down I still feel human.

I need to eat, I need to sleep, I even need to use the bathroom.

I really don't feel any different from humans.

Quinn looked at me, seeming to want to say something but holding back.

I immediately got a bad feeling.

"Don't tell me... humanity didn't survive the zombie wave and went extinct?"

My voice was shaking.

Quinn shook his head.

My heart relaxed.

"Then what happened?"

Earlier, I'd asked Quinn to scout out the safe zone situation after the zombie outbreak. He could make the round trip quickly alone, so I didn't insist on going with him.

I never expected that not going would nearly cost me my life.

Seriously, wasn't I supposed to be the Zombie King?

Wasn't this basically treason?

Quinn thought for a moment before saying, "The safe zone where you used to live did survive the zombie wave. Casualties weren't too bad. But those two people who slandered you are still alive."

"I was planning to quietly deal with them before coming back, but then I sensed you were in danger, so I rushed back."

My heart skipped several beats.

Okay, wow.

That really wasn't necessary.

I honestly didn't care about my fake friend anymore.