Human nature is truly fascinating. In this lawless, survival-of-the-fittest apocalypse, people's innate instincts are laid bare without restraint.
It's almost laughable when you think about it.
Just moments ago, I had fucked a man's wife to orgasm right in front of him. Not long before that, I was the demon in their eyes—the enemy they had to scheme against together.
And now? The husband wants to kill his own slut of a wife, while the wife is begging me, the demon, for protection.
Human nature is inherently wicked. That much is undeniable.
"Mmph!! Mmph!! Mmph!!!"
Jack Coleman watched as his beloved wife, naked and trembling, cowered behind another man—his enemy—while that man's hands groped her breasts freely.
The sheer humiliation and hatred burned so fiercely in his chest that he even forgot the searing pain in his leg. His eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Lena like a rabid wolf.
He didn't hate the man in front of him.
No.
He hated his own wife.
"Mr. Coleman, my superstar friend, what is it you want to say?" Yasin stood up, feigning concern as he pulled the pink panties out of Jack's mouth.
Then, with mock kindness, he draped them over Jack's handsome head like a ridiculous hat and patted his cheek.
"Your wife is delicious. Her cunt is the tightest, sweetest hole I've ever fucked. I envy you—having such a beautiful, insatiable slut for a wife!"
"FUCK YOU!!! YOU WHORE!! YOU FILTHY SLUT!! I'LL KILL YOU!! YOU DISGUSTING BITCH, SPREADING YOUR LEGS FOR THIS LOWLY SCUM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!! YOU MAKE ME SICK!! SICK!!! I WANT TO VOMIT!! YOU DESERVE TO DIE, YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!"
Jack's hysterical screams echoed through the living room, stirring the zombies outside into another frenzy.
It was clear—Jack had completely snapped.
No man could endure this level of betrayal and humiliation.
Especially not someone as prideful as international superstar Jack Coleman.
The moment he saw the woman he loved—his Lena—hiding fearfully behind the very man he despised, something inside him shattered.
He hated his own helplessness.
He hated Lena's shameless, whorish behavior.
And most of all, he hated this godforsaken apocalypse!
The end of the world had taken everything from him.
Now, it had even stripped away his last shreds of love and dignity, trampling them into the dirt.
Rage and hatred tore through his usual composure and sophistication.
Right now, he was just a man consumed by fury.
And all he wanted was to kill the woman who had brought him this unbearable shame.
"Mrs. Whitmore, you begged me to spare your husband earlier. And after your… performance just now, I must say, I'm very satisfied. Your love for each other truly moved me. Despite how you've wronged me, in honor of your touching devotion, I've decided to grant your wish. Here's what I'll do—I'll only take back the food and water that belongs to me. Then I'll leave this place to you two. Enjoy your… romantic time together."
Yasin turned and stroked Lena's golden hair like she was a pet dog, smiling as he spoke.
"No! Please, don't—" Lena Whitmore stared in horror as Yasin walked toward the kitchen, then glanced back at her husband, whose face was twisted with malice.
Outside, the shadows of zombies flickered against the curtains, their hungry growls rising and falling.
The front door, already damaged by the chainsaw, shuddered under the zombies' frenzied pounding. The shoe cabinet barricade creaked ominously—it could give way any second.
"Jack… I had no choice… He had a gun… He could've killed us at any moment! I did it to survive… This is the apocalypse. If we stay alive, the Military will come… My sacrifice was for us… I did it to protect you! You understand, don't you?"
Tears streamed down Lena's face as she pleaded with her deranged husband.
"Hah! Hahahaha!" Jack burst into bitter laughter before suddenly going eerily still.
He had stopped struggling.
Now, he just stared at Lena with icy, dead eyes.
He could feel his leg still bleeding. The pain was excruciating, cutting deeper than any physical wound.
In this hellish world—with no medicine, no food or water, and hordes of zombies outside—a crippled man like him was already as good as dead.
All he wanted now was to drag these two betrayers down with him.
The man had guns and weapons—he couldn't touch him.
But this treacherous whore?
He could strangle her with his bare hands.
Make her die with him.
"Lena, untie me. I… overreacted." Jack's voice was chillingly calm. "If he's letting us go, then we'll survive together like before. Just untie me."
Lena's outstretched hand froze midair as she met Jack's hollow gaze.
A terrible realization struck her.
Her husband had always been good to her. In this nightmare world, having a man who loved her was her best chance at survival.
But that was before.
Now, Jack's leg was ruined.
She had just fucked their enemy in front of him—moaning like a slut, coming on his cock.
And the food in this house…
Lena turned toward the kitchen.
She saw Yasin packing away every last scrap of their supplies.
No food.
No water.
No medicine.
Outside, ravenous monsters lurked.
And dragging along a crippled, hate-filled husband?
She had zero chance of survival.
The look in Jack's eyes terrified her.
She could see it—pure murder.
No matter what she did now, her fate was sealed.
Either Jack would torture her to death in his rage…
Or she'd starve.
Die of thirst.
Or get torn apart by zombies.
Every possible death would be slow.
Agonizing.
And she refused to accept that.
She had to survive.
No matter what.
Even if it meant…
Becoming that brutal man's personal fucktoy.