My Fake Friend Called Me a Homewrecker Chapter 6

The next day, we prepared to head to the safe zone.

But before leaving, Quinn did something that really surprised me.

He pulled me onto the balcony and let out a zombie roar toward the sky.

Immediately, countless zombies began gathering below our temporary residence.

They roared softly but stood in orderly rows, gathering beneath the building, looking up at us. These should have been rotting, mindless low-level zombies, but somehow they radiated an air of submission.

Quinn roared again.

This time, the zombie horde began to stir restlessly.

Quinn let out a low, authoritative roar, and the zombies gradually quieted down.

Then I witnessed the most shocking scene of my entire life.

Countless low-level zombies—no, including those in the distant clearing and places I couldn't see—all the zombies slowly dropped to one knee, submitting to me.

Me: "???"

Wait, what was happening?

Quinn smiled at me, his expression tender.

I suddenly realized he'd been looking more and more human.

Even his complexion was starting to look healthier.

This...

"Sis, I've forced all the zombies to submit to you. From now on, whenever you need them, you can summon zombies to protect you. You won't have to worry about them attacking you either, because in their hearts, you're an existence they cannot defy."

Quinn smiled, gently caressing my cheek, his eyes revealing some emotion I couldn't quite read.

After hesitating a moment, I finally asked, "Quinn... why me?"

Quinn smiled, pressing one finger lightly against his lips in a "shh" gesture.

"Sis, let's keep that secret for now. Eventually, you'll know everything."

Since he wouldn't tell me, I couldn't force him.

So we packed up the essentials, took some food and water, and Quinn carried me via his wall-scaling express toward the safe zone.

I'd actually gotten used to flying around with Quinn this past month.

Quinn set me down on solid ground. I looked up at the clearly damaged, barely standing gate and hesitated.

Was it really safe inside if it looked like this?!

"Let's go, Sis. We can enter now." Quinn smiled, taking my hand.

I didn't know when it started, but Quinn had developed a habit of constantly touching me—nothing inappropriate, just simple contact. But for me, it was enough to make my heart race.

Hey, what can I say? Quinn's gorgeous.

Beauty is justice, and hotness needs no excuse!