Mutation

The three burly men in the room received some food, looking utterly confused.

??

They had assaulted his girlfriend and then beaten him up.

Instead of seeking revenge, he was sending them food, asking them to be gentle with his girlfriend?!

What kind of strategy was this?!

Though they looked down on Isaiah, they became suspicious of the food he sent.

"Don't worry, if the food was meant for you, it might be poisoned, but the food given to me will definitely not be!" one said.

"I know Isaiah too well. No matter what happens, after a fight, he always admits his fault," another added.

"Back in peaceful times, he would max out his credit cards to buy me bags and treat me to meals every time we argued."

"Now that it's the apocalypse, money is useless, so he uses food to appease me instead!"

Blossom casually picked up a sausage and took a big bite.

She had been messed with continuously for most of the day and was indeed exhausted. Eating well was necessary to keep going, right?!

Seeing Blossom eat and hearing her words, the other three burly men's doubts evaporated.

They also grabbed some food and began to eat heartily.

The man, after eating some food and regaining his energy, didn't care whether Blossom was full or not, and forced her to kneel on the ground, attacking her throat directly.

"It's great, eating and messing around at the same time, this is the life, haha!" he exclaimed.

The three burly men exchanged smiles, not treating Blossom as a human at all.

What friend? She was just a convenient excuse for intimacy.

In these apocalyptic times, there was no need to hide; primitive desires burst forth completely.

"Hey? Her skills have really improved this time, and she's only using her mouth, yet it's already starting!" one man bragged.

"Wait, something seems off!" said another burly man, slowly standing up as if he saw something terrifying.

"What's wrong?!" The man still holding Blossom's head continued to gyrate triumphantly.

"She... she... she..."

The burly man next to him stammered out 'she' three times, too scared to finish his sentence.

Suddenly, the man holding Blossom's head felt a sharp pain below.

Looking down, he saw his penis had been severed, the other half bloodily hanging from Blossom's mouth.

At this moment, Blossom's eyes were gray-white, with purple, tree-like veins stretching from her neck to her face.

"Gurgle..."

The muffled sounds coming from her mouth were accompanied by a stream of white fluid flowing down from the corners of her mouth.

What was once a lurid scene had instantly turned into a horror show.

"Ah! Help!"

"Run! Let us out!"

The burly men rushed to the door of the room, only to find it unmovable, as if something was blocking it from the outside. No matter how hard they tried to force it, it wouldn't budge.

However, Blossom, now turned into a zombie, reacted swiftly, pouncing on one of the burly men and tearing a large chunk of flesh from his face.

She then attacked the last of the so-called men.

Despite their ferocity when beating Isaiah, seeing a zombie made these burly men's legs go weak, they even forgot to resist, watching helplessly as Blossom tore them apart bit by bit.

It turned out that after Isaiah was beaten, he was deeply hurt by Blossom, as well as by the indifferent onlookers.

Blossom, needless to say, had to die! He had been beaten by three men who cheated with his girlfriend, and none of these onlookers helped!

Moreover, some even mocked him.

Thus, these onlookers were guilty too!

"When an avalanche falls, no snowflake is innocent."

To take revenge on these people, Isaiah deliberately brought food from the dining table that had been contaminated by zombies. To be sure, he even smeared zombie blood on each piece of food by hand.

Due to the dark color of the food and Isaiah wiping off the visibly bloodstained parts, no one could tell that the food was tainted.

The survivors in the corridor, having been hungry for two days, let their guard down immediately when they saw Isaiah chewing his food heartily.

Greed overcame reason!

Isaiah had effectively 'tested' the food himself, so what was there to fear?

Could it be that he no longer wanted to live?

Thus, they scrambled to divide up Isaiah's food completely.

Soon after, some of them turned into zombies.

Although some didn't manage to get any food, or had gotten food but hadn't eaten it yet, it didn't matter anymore. The zombie outbreak had erupted on that floor.

One by one, the zombies threw the remaining survivors to the ground and ferociously bit into them.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha..."

Isaiah laughed loudly, leaning against the door of Blossom's room, sealing her and the three men inside forever.

In the depths of the corridor, a pair of emerald eyes appeared in the darkness, silently watching the chaotic scene unfold.

Meanwhile, on the seventh floor, the atmosphere in a guest room was tender and intimate.

The food on the dining table was nearly finished.

What was present could hardly be considered a banquet; at most, it was a tea party.

They snacked while drinking wine.

Cyril, not holding his liquor well, was already flushed and dizzy after just two drinks.

Suddenly, the lights went out.

"The power's out!" Quinn stood up anxiously.

The only light left in the room came from the candle on the dining table, casting a soft glow on Quinn's red dress, accentuating her allure.

Especially her long legs, which were intermittently visible beneath the long dress as she moved.

"As expected, it's the apocalypse after all. Who would still be working at the power station?" 

"Running out of electricity was just a matter of time; the blackout even came six hours later than I expected!" Cyril slurred, gazing at Quinn through bleary eyes, seeing her as a figure radiating a holy light.

"Quinn, you're so beautiful. Marrying you is my fortune!"

Despite his drunkenness, Cyril did not take the opportunity to grab Quinn's hand, a testament to how reserved their interactions usually were.

"Sit down, you're safe here with me and Miranda around," Howard said calmly, giving Quinn a glance.

Quinn looked around at the enveloping darkness, the city outside the window also submerged in blackness. The candlelight cast their shadows on the bedroom door, as if zombies might burst through at any moment.

In such a situation, staying by the dining table was safest.

After hesitating, Quinn sat back down, only to feel something unusual between her legs.

It was Howard's foot!

She had initially stood up because Howard, taking advantage of his height and long legs, had forcibly spread hers and reached under her long dress.

He was recklessly stirring trouble below, creating a complete mess.

But Cyril was sitting at the head of the table, at a right angle to her, and any anomaly from her would be easily noticed.

Thus, she could only endure, letting the foot continue its misdeeds.

Howard enjoyed seeing Quinn pretending to be unaffected, even though she was clearly struggling, her waist twisting in response, her toes slipping messily.

But Quinn still maintained a serious demeanor.

Tilting her head, she rested her chin on her hand, looking at Cyril like a smitten fan.