Seven Days Before the Apocalypse Chapter 11

"I told you they had food. You didn't believe me." The girl who'd first begged for food munched on stolen crackers, smacking her lips.

"Damn right. They had all this food but lied saying they didn't."

"Isn't that basically trying to kill us?"

"Selfish people like them shouldn't even be alive."

The fifth floor of the dorm building was in chaos.

No one knew a food war had just taken place.

Chelsea wasn't dead—she'd appeared in our dorm.

Room 503 had been ransacked, not a scrap of food left.

The students who'd admired and envied us now treated us like enemies.

Everyone wished us dead.

But Grace and I hadn't done anything wrong. We'd even helped clear zombies for them.

The apocalypse truly was terrifying...

"Right, we need to throw these selfish people downstairs to feed the zombies."

A chubby girl made the suggestion.

I knew her—Phoebe Yu, the dorm leader of 508.

Her face was full and fierce-looking normally.

Hearing her words, Grace and my hearts tightened.

Many people looked at us with strange eyes, as frightening as zombies.

"Someone grab them." We tried to run but were seized by the arms.

Phoebe had people tie our hands and feet, preparing to push us off the balcony.

Many stood watching—a murder game.

Phoebe was strong. A light push would probably send us both down.

And I would be first.

Maybe because it was her first time killing someone, her hand trembled.

"Don't blame me. You're just too bitchy."

"I almost... almost starved to death."

Phoebe's hand pressed harder. My body moved forward slightly.

I tried communicating with the system, but nothing worked.

[Due to Host consecutively killing 100 zombies, an unknown bug was triggered. Functions temporarily unavailable.]

The message kept repeating in my mind.

I wanted to cry.

What crappy system, useless space—failing at the critical moment!

"Wait, Phoebe." Just as I felt despair, a voice came from outside.

Chelsea, who'd disappeared, returned now.

Behind her was a somewhat thuggish-looking guy.

I recognized him—Derek Townsend, the campus gang leader.

I hadn't expected them to be together, so intimate. What about Ryan Chase?

Chelsea persuaded Phoebe not to kill us.

Grace and I exchanged glances, both feeling something wasn't right. She definitely had some scheme.

But for now, we could only wait and see.

"Chelsea, they hurt us like that, and you still want to help her!"

Phoebe stopped, looking coldly at Chelsea.

Chelsea wasn't bothered, speaking slowly: "Phoebe, without them, how do we get food?"

Phoebe fell silent.

Chelsea asked the others, "You all talk big, but do any of you dare kill zombies?"

"No... no way."

"I'm fat, I really can't run..."

"What if a zombie bites me? I'd be done for."

"..."

"Then listen to me, and you'll all have enough to eat and drink." Chelsea spoke confidently.

All the students cheered for Chelsea.