1 Apocalypse

Hiding in a dark closet, Howard barely dared to breathe, surrounded by the fragrance emanating from the ladies' clothes around him.

At that moment, in the room, a woman stood in front of the dressing table, tilting her head, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

Her hair, smooth as a waterfall, was tied back, revealing a pristine swan-like neck.

The delicate flight attendant uniform, her shoulders white and smooth as mutton fat, made her waist appear especially slim and slender.

Below the blue, tight-fitting skirt were a pair of long, straight legs, one covered in halfway pulled-up black stockings, the other bare and smooth.

Her bare, white feet were on the wooden floor.

A flight attendant, half-undressed uniform, black stockings, a girl's room, a man and a woman alone...

But at this moment, Howard, sweating profusely, had no interest in appreciating the beauty before him, only hoping the woman would leave quickly.

Because he knew, she was not human, but a ferocious, bloodthirsty zombie!

Just a few minutes ago, Howard was delivering orders as usual when he arrived at this building and unexpectedly encountered a zombie outbreak.

In the community, in the corridors, everywhere were mutated zombies, fleeing crowds, and victims being knocked to the ground and savagely bitten and devoured.

In a panic, Howard rushed into a room with the door open and locked the door behind him.

But he never expected that the woman of the house had also turned into a zombie.

Now, she was standing less than five meters away from him.

Despite her petite figure, once turned into a zombie, their strength became astonishingly great.

Moreover, Howard had nothing at hand but clothes and a hanger. Using this to fight zombies? That was no different from suicide!

And the zombies didn't need to restrain Howard; just a bite anywhere on his body or a scratch with their nails was enough.

That would be the end of Howard.

So, in this terrifying situation, the only thing Howard could do was quietly hide here, praying for the female zombie to leave the room.

This way, he would have a chance to close the door and fight for survival!

"Ugh..."

The female zombie emitted a meaningless growl from her mouth, slowly moving her body, revealing purple veins creeping over her neck's side.

Her feet stepping on the floor made a creaking noise.

This sound, as if stepping directly on Howard's heart, made his heart beat violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Creak... Creak... Creak...

Step by step, it walked towards the room's door.

"Don't see me, don't turn around, hurry up, Amitabha, God, praise Allah, Amen!"

Howard dared not even breathe, mentally invoking every deity he could think of in desperation.

"Ding! You have a new order, please handle it in time!"

At that moment, the phone that had fallen in front of the wardrobe rang untimely.

"Damn, the zombie apocalypse is happening, and someone's still ordering delivery!? Are you serious?!"

Howard felt like crying.

He had forgotten to turn off his phone in the rush to escape.

Fortunately, the phone had fallen outside the wardrobe, perhaps leaving him a sliver of a chance.

"Ao!"

Hearing the noise, the female zombie, with the speed of the wind, rushed to the wardrobe. Her weak body burst out with tremendous force, hitting the wardrobe and making a dull sound.

The door of the wardrobe was forced open by the impact, revealing a large gap.

"Uh..."

The female zombie seemed to notice something, shifting her gaze from the phone to the dark wardrobe with a vacant look.

At the same time, a pale hand reached inside... "It's over, it's all over now!"

"When I turn into a zombie and finish checking the order, I'll definitely come to make you into delivery!"

Just as Howard's life was hanging by a thread, suddenly, a crisp and pleasant voice appeared in his ear.

"Ding! Zombie Cultivation System has been bound, activating..."

"Ding! Zombie Cultivation System activated!"

A system?!

Howard, who often read web novels, was all too familiar with such situations.

Sure enough, heaven hasn't abandoned me, awakening a system at this critical moment!

"Zombie Cultivation System allows you to receive different attribute rewards based on the gender of the zombie you cultivate. Please choose:"

"1. Cultivate male zombies: Unlock the title "Versatile God", strength +5, stamina +5, male zombie affinity +100!"

"2. Cultivate female zombies: Unlock the title "Charm God", speed +5, recovery +20, female zombie affinity +100!"

"2, 2, 2!"

If this were a scenario where he had to press keys on a keyboard, Howard would have smashed the number "2" key even before the prompt finished displaying.

He had no time to consider the rewards, with a female zombie right in front of him, if he didn't deal with her, and he died, all rewards would be for naught!

"Ding! Selection successful! Congratulations, Host, on receiving Speed +5, Regeneration +20, and associated Female Zombie Affinity +100!"

"Ding! Congratulations on your first system binding, you've obtained the [Insightful Eye]!"

"[Insightful Eye]: Allows you to see the innate attributes of female zombie targets."

"Now you can associate with a female zombie and start your joyful journey of cultivating zombies!"

As the system's voice faded, everything around that had been still returned to normal.

"Associate!"

Howard immediately associated the female zombie in front of him with himself.

This meant that he had chosen this female zombie as his cultivation target.

"Roar!"

The female zombie's hand reached into the wardrobe, grabbed Howard by the shoulder, and then leaped forward.

Two slender, pale legs wrapped around Howard, and hands pulled Howard's head to the side, exposing the large arteries in his neck.

"Wasn't it Affinity +100? What's happening?!"

Howard screamed internally.

Before Howard could react, the flight attendant zombie's cherry lips firmly attached to Howard's neck.

"I'm done for, I'm dead!"

Howard's heart sank.

However... several seconds passed.

His neck didn't hurt?! And he didn't feel any blood flowing out, just a cool sensation on his neck.

It was as if someone was gently sliding a wet brush across his skin.

It wasn't painful but rather... somewhat comfortable?!

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"

Through the mirror, Howard finally saw clearly.

The gorgeous female zombie straddling him wasn't biting him. Instead, like a kitten grooming its fur, she was seriously licking his skin with a focused expression.

"???"