When the door slammed open, a young figure stood in the entrance. He wore a white shirt, utterly spotless, and his handsome face carried a cold, detached air.
The Chef and the two remaining survivors stared at Ethan with immense horror.
"Is that…"
"Is it human or a ghost???"
Tank, the Athlete zombie, and the other Minions stood behind the young man, their surrounding aura of ferocity oppressive.
The three men's eyes darted past them, catching sight of a female figure among the zombies.
It was Sophia, the girl they had locked outside.
The trio's faces registered shock and disbelief.
"Y-you… you're actually alive?"
"Yes. Surprised?"
Sophia's face flushed with anger. She was furious with the three men for locking her out. If she hadn't run into her Boss, they would have surely gotten her killed.
At that moment, the three zombie Minions advanced, surrounding the survivors.
Tank remained agitated, letting out continuous low growls. However, he was mentally impressed with Ethan—the Alpha had easily opened the door with that little stick (the key). He had been thinking outside that he wouldn't let these people have an easy time when he finally got in.
The Athlete was still manic, her pale, terrifying face fixed in a half-smile that made her look utterly bizarre.
"WAAAHHH WAAAHHH, Sophia, please save me! I don't want to be eaten by zombies, I really don't want to die!"
The surviving girl (the one who had run into the Freezer) knelt, begging for her life, a far cry from her decisive look when she'd slammed the door shut.
Sophia shook her head.
"My opinion doesn't count for your life. You'll have to see what my Boss decides to do with you."
The survivors' gazes shifted to Ethan. This clean-cut, pale-skinned, and handsome young man was clearly the leader of the zombies.
"Please don't kill me! I'll do anything if you spare my life! WAAAHHH~~~" the girl cried.
The Chef chimed in.
"Boss, I can cook! I… I can prepare food for you. I'm an excellent chef; I even won a city championship!"
They knew it was impossible to rely on Ethan's mercy to let them go. They had to demonstrate their worth. Maybe then they'd have a sliver of hope.
But Ethan looked at the Chef and spoke slowly.
"No need to go to that much trouble. Let's just eat."
"Huh?"
The Chef's eyes widened as the meaning of Ethan's words sank in.
"ROAR—"
The three Minions let out furious roars. Impatient, they rushed forward, pouncing on the remaining survivors. Screams erupted instantly.
It was over in a matter of seconds. The sounds of gnawing and tearing flesh followed.
Amidst the terrifying sight of his Minions feeding, Ethan remained completely spotless, walking into the Walk-in Freezer as if taking a leisurely stroll, calmly surveying the stored goods.
The inventory was comprehensive: Beef, Lamb, Poultry, and Fish, all well-stocked.
With a flick of his wrist, Ethan vanished everything into his spatial inventory. He had replaced almost everything he had consumed over the last two days.
He was satisfied with the haul.
The three zombie Minions were busy gorging themselves.
Tank and the Athlete devoured their share like savages, literally stuffing handfuls of raw meat into their mouths, creating a gruesome and bloody scene.
The PhD zombie, however, was peculiar.
He first gutted the corpse and then meticulously picked out the internal organs, one by one, almost dissecting them, before swallowing them whole.
The PhD zombie might look slightly more refined, but his behavior was far more unsettling than Tank's—a zombie that performs an autopsy? Who could stomach that?
The most distressed person present was Sophia. She was the only normal human in the room, and the sight of the zombies feeding made her stomach churn. She gagged uncontrollably, about to vomit.
But Sophia clamped her hand over her mouth, desperately holding it back.
She knew a little about Ethan and his cleanliness issues. If she threw up and angered him, he might just kill her on the spot!
Thankfully, it didn't take long.
Ethan finished collecting all the goods, including the raw meat from the Freezer and the Rice, Flour, and Cooking Oil from the storeroom.
He also raided the small convenience store located inside the cafeteria.
Beer, Cigarettes, Chips, Sodas, Bottled Water, Instant Noodles, and Canned Meats—dozens of small snacks all went straight into his space.
These were precious resources. Outside, humans were already killing each other over a single loaf of bread.
Since Ethan's space had endless room, he hoarded everything he could. He might need it later.
With the scavenging complete, the three zombie Minions finished their feast.
They gathered around Sophia, inspecting her. The Athlete smiled and periodically patted her on the head.
It was as if they found their Alpha's new 'pet' amusing, like a fun cat or dog they wanted to play with.
Sophia huddled into a terrified ball, trembling like a lost kitten, her face pale.
She could hardly believe she was being viewed by a trio of zombies.
"Let's go." Ethan gave the command.
The Athlete gave Sophia one last pat on the head before turning to leave.
Sophia was nearly dead from fright. The thought of having to live and travel with these zombies filled her with dread.
"B-boss, you… you won't kill me, right?"
"Nope." Ethan nodded. Being in a good mood, he decided to tease her a little.
"Did you forget? I used to run a Breeding Farm."
"Huh???"
Sophia stared blankly.
What was he implying?
Was he comparing her to livestock???
They soon left the campus.
On the way back, Sophia drove the Box Truck. She voluntarily took the wheel to demonstrate her value as an 'employee', hoping to prevent her Boss from killing her.
Sophia had driven the Box Truck during her time at the supermarket, so she was comfortable behind the wheel—a seasoned driver. She drove smoothly.
In the back, Tank mentally gave her five stars for her service.
The streets were still chaotic, with scattered, wandering zombies, but they posed no threat to the moving truck.
However, at an intersection, a Semi-Truck was parked.
Two middle-aged men sat inside, both gaunt from starvation.
One, the bearded man, Beard, held a half-smoked cigarette, constantly sniffing it, unwilling to light it.
"Goddamn it! Where the hell did Kyle go? He was supposed to be getting supplies."
"He's probably in a zombie's stomach. No sign of him; he's gotta be dead," the skinny man, Skinny, analyzed.
Beard replied.
"No way! Jax said he called him and the phone connected, but Kyle just hung up. He probably just ditched his old lady and ran off!"
"Whatever! Let's just find something to eat. I'm F*CKING starving!" Skinny complained bitterly.
Beard continued to inhale the scent of the cigarette.
"There's nothing left. Everything's been scavenged!"
"Hey? Wait a second…"
As the two men were talking, the roar of an engine reached their ears. A Box Truck was turning onto their road from a side street in the distance.