Apocalypse King: I Recruit S-Tier Beauties with My Ruler System-Chapter 7: Prowling the Night

• Mu Qinglan POV

Clack!

John helped me climb out the window as I hopped down onto the wooden ledge facing the city and shopping district.

"Be careful, don't get yourself hurt... promise me, Qinglan."

"..."

My throat wouldn't move like I wanted, but I lifted the metal baseball bat in my hand, hoping that he understood me.

John closed the window behind me.

His presence somehow comforted me, and although I knew it wasn't normal, somewhere deep inside me, I welcomed the comfort his presence offered.

'He asked me to venture into the city and find some supplies, and practise killing zombies...'

A strange request, or at least my mind thought so at first... yet strangely, I didn't feel the same gripping fear and terror that almost claimed my life.

'That's right, John might have lacked education, but he worked harder than anyone else... He didn't complain when I asked him to stay late.' Those long days and nights must have ruined his private life... otherwise he wouldn't have been so hard dealing with an old woman like me.

'It was big... and hot... but somehow I didn't mind him feeling that way.'

My foot stepped off the window ledge, hopping across the wooden boards that linked the small garage where I had met John earlier.

Thud!

The cheap steel rattled and dented under my feet as I rolled forward to reduce the stress on my joints.

'Hmmm...'

'Today was the worst day of my life...'

As I pulled myself from the crouched position and stepped across the roof, I realised that John's words were true.

After they shambled closer, hearing the noise, none of the roaming zombies paid much attention to me. But strangely, I didn't feel any disgust towards them either—not even the ones with missing limbs or guts hanging out.

'Let's see, John seems to need food, and he told me I will also need small amounts.'

Rustle

The massive rucksack on my back smelt a little musty, but the faint scent of John's body helped calm me—it also had another effect, but I won't focus on that.

"Mmm..."

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a rather erotic moan.

Unlike the other zombies, I seem to be an existence called Living Dead. I couldn't tell John, but since he injected me with that serum, I could see a strange panel in the corner of my eyes.

The information on it revealed all my skills, weight, and height, and it claimed I became John's follower or subject.

'Not that I mind...'

'He seems to have become something special. It's like those novels I used to read before my father died, and I had to take the reins of the company.'

My legs tapped the ground as I jumped off the roof and fell to the ground.

The moment I was airborne, a sense of glee filled my body. A strange feeling overwhelmed me as my stomach fluttered and felt like it lifted off the ground.

Clack!

I landed with a lot of noise, the zombies around me swaying and groaning as they looked at me, before turning away, likely bored. I wonder how the old me would have reacted. A woman who couldn't reject an engagement to an annoying playboy, because of the company and my father's wishes.

Somehow, I felt something boiling inside me.

My arms trembled as I started grinding my teeth.

This uncontrollable heat couldn't be simply anger—it was surely rage—a seething rage!

The surrounding view turned red—the figures of those undead fuckers. How could they do this to me, Mu Qinglan! I did everything to help the company grow, bowed before grandfather and obeyed his every order.

Crunch!

A comfortable sensation travelled along my arm, the tingling sensation almost like when I rubbed myself against John before he woke up.

'Ah, I can't stop myself!'

Once again, I flicked my wrist, the metal bat cutting through the air as it smashed into another man's face.

Thud!

Thud!

I became like a crazy bitch. My bat swinging with reckless abandon as if I wanted to aim to be a professional. The crunch of their bones... the squish of their meat.

All of it made me want to scream in delight.

'Have I become a pervert?'

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Thud!

Maybe I knew them in the past, but I didn't care... I swung my bat, crushing, mincing and beating the fire burning in my stomach, turned from rage, to pure bliss, if this is what it feels like to kill, why does everyone say it's wrong?

"More~ I want more."

'Was that my voice?'

I asked, a little confused about how strange and sensual it sounded. My abdomen still burned, but the heat was no longer unpleasant. But why—why does John's face come to mind?

While confused, the vision before me showed a small elderly lady with her head caved in.

'I did this?'

When my mind became clear, I found myself kneeling in a circle of corpses, my bat dripping with blood, a soaking wet crotch and a familiar tingling afterglow.

'I see...'

However, as I recovered from my massacre-induced climax, a strange white mist from the corpses penetrated my flesh, seeping into my organs and warmed my aching muscles. I instinctively knew. This mist would improve my strength.

'I should tell John, when we meet.'

In the dark city, filled with silent death.

I roamed the streets, my body now covered in the mixed scent of blood, sweat, and love juices. Hopefully, I won't lose control like this for too long.

'While conflicted I found a small convenience store with the door opened.'

At first, I thought there might be nothing left.

At least, until I saw two zombies lingering at the counter.

The pair gazed at me with their glassy, pale eyes. I used to buy my morning coffee from this couple before I became a CEO. Yet why couldn't I muster any semblance of sorrow?

One day, even these memories would fade along with any traces of my humanity, guilt, or sadness.

To ignore the strange situation, I pretended to be shopping alone.

'I want to return to John...'