Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 - First kill

Muchen pressed his forehead against the cool glass, scanning the hallway. It was eerily silent except for the distant hum of flickering lights. He nodded. ”Looks clear. Let’s move.”

The three of them filed out in a clumsy, uncoordinated mess, bumping shoulders and nearly toppling over each other.

”Can you walk properly?” Muchen hissed.

Hana, gripping her bedpan like her life depended on it, scurried behind them. ”Blame the walking mattresses,” she muttered.

Thanks to Shao’s insistence, they were decked out head to toe in makeshift armor. He had ripped apart the coconut coir bedding and strapped it around their arms, legs, and necks, leaving only their elbows, knees, and faces exposed.

The extra padding made their movements awkward as hell. They waddled more than they walked, like stuffed burritos on a survival mission.

Hana stared at the ground ahead and came to a sudden stop. ”Uh... guys?” She pointed at a thick, congealed pool of blood on the floor. Her voice wavered. ”This is real blood, right?”

Shao’s face darkened as he grimly nodded. ”Doctor. Got bitten right here.” His voice was low, almost a whisper. ”But his body’s gone. Someone dragged it away.” he gestured to the drag marks on the ground.

A shiver ran down Muchen’s spine.

”Be careful, everyone,” Shao warned.

The words barely left his mouth when a strange, dragging noise echoed through the corridor.

Step. Scraaaape. Step. Scraaaape.

A figure lurched forward from the shadows.

The man’s body was twisted unnaturally, his legs broken and dragging behind him as he stumbled toward them. His half-rotted face was chewed away, leaving behind a horrifying mess—no eyes, no nose, just a gaping mouth dripping blood.

Muchen’s stomach twisted. His breath caught in his throat.

”How the hell is he even moving?” he whispered.

Suddenly, the thing jerked violently in their direction.

Its slow, broken movements turned into a sprint.

”Fuck!” Muchen barely had time to react before Shao yanked him into a corner, cupping their mouths and pressing them flat against the wall.

Hana slammed into them, nearly dropping her bedpan.

The zombie skidded to a halt right in front of them. Its body twitched unnaturally, its head jerking side to side like it was searching for something.

It didn’t seem to have the ability to see.

Muchen’s pulse pounded. His breath came fast, but he bit down hard on his lip to keep quiet.

The rotting corpse stank—a mix of blood, piss, and death, thick enough to make him gag.

The thing sniffed the air. It moved closer.

Muchen’s heart nearly stopped as the eyeless, rotting face hovered inches from his own.

From this angle, he could see it clearly—the split skull, the half-eaten brain.

This person... no this thing wasn’t just sick.

It was dead.

He felt Shao’s hand tremble violently over his mouth. But even as fear overtook him, his best friend didn’t let go.

Muchen’s wide, panicked gaze darted to the side, where Shao gripped a broken table leg, holding it like a weapon. His other hand gestured urgently—stay quiet.

The zombie sniffed the air again, its grotesque face hovering close, but then—CRACK!

Shao slammed the wooden leg down on the zombie’s skull.

The sickening sound of wood meeting bone filled the hallway. The creature stumbled, its half-rotted brain jiggling from the impact, but instead of collapsing, it let out a guttural snarl and turned its head toward them.

Its body twitched unnaturally before it lunged forward.

”RUN!” Shao yanked them back, his voice just above a whisper.

They barely had time to react before a door behind the zombie swung open with a loud THUD.

A young man in a white doctor’s coat casually stepped out, nose buried in an iPad.

The zombie, now enraged and disoriented, whipped around at the sound and charged toward the doctor.

”LOOK OUT!” Muchen screamed.

The doctor glanced up, his brows furrowing. ”Huh?”

The next second, a grotesque figure with a chewed-up face and blood-soaked mouth was flying toward him.

The zombie snapped its jaws shut—right onto the iPad.

CRUNCH.

It bit down hard, sinking its teeth into the device instead of the doctor’s hand.

The young man blinked. ”Hey! Let go!” His expression remained oddly unimpressed as he tried to yank the tablet free from the zombie’s mouth.

Hana, still gripping her bedpan like a lifeline, gawked. ”I—is this man for real?!”

Shao groaned. ”Unbelievable.”

The doctor wrestled with the zombie, tugging at his tablet with increasing annoyance. ”Damn thing has a strong jaw. This was a new model, you know.”

Muchen could only stare in horror as the dead thing snarled and thrashed, still latched onto the iPad like a rabid dog.

”DOCTOR, MOVE!” Shao barked.

The young man sighed, gave one final hard yank, and—RIP!

The iPad tore in half, one piece still clamped in the zombie’s mouth as it stumbled backward from the force.

The doctor stared at the broken remains in his hands. ”Damn. I hadn’t even saved my notes.”

”I can’t tell if you’re a genius or an idiot.” she whispered under her breath.

Hana couldn’t stand it anymore.

Letting out a small battle cry—more out of fear than courage—she dashed forward and slammed the bedpan down on the zombie’s head with everything she had.

SPLAT.

The sickening sound of crushed bone and splattered flesh filled the air.

Chunks of slimy, pink brain matter exploded outward, painting the walls, the floor... and unfortunately, the doctor’s pristine white coat.

Hana, realizing what was happening, jumped back just in time.

The doctor, however, was not so lucky.

His entire chest and arms were coated in blood and brain bits. Flesh dangled from his sleeve like some grotesque confetti.

The man froze, grimacing as he carefully patted himself down.

”What the hell was that?”

Hana, still gripping her bedpan like her life depended on it, panted. ”A zombie.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that the doctor just stared at her.

Then, with an almost morbid curiosity, he turned his gaze to the twitching corpse on the floor. ”You’re saying... this is a zombie?”

The brave—or incredibly stupid—man actually took a step closer.

Muchen and Shao exchanged horrified looks.

”Dude, what are you doing?!” Muchen whisper-yelled.

The doctor squatted down, studying the still-moving body with fascination.

Just as Muchen feared, the zombie suddenly lurched forward—its jaw snapping violently—and the doctor stumbled back into Hana with a yelp.

”FUCK—!!”

Muchen, heart pounding, rushed forward and drove the IV stand straight through its skull.

The metal pole pierced right through the zombie’s empty eye sockets, sinking deep into rotting flesh and brain tissue.

The creature twitched once... then stopped.

Its body froze in an unnatural, twisted position, blood oozing down the pole onto the floor.

Muchen’s hands trembled, his breathing erratic. ”Hitting the brain kills them.”

He turned to Shao, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shao’s eyes flicked between the dead zombie and Muchen’s shaking hands, then he gave a firm nod.

”Then we aim for the head.”