The Day Love Betrayed Me and Never the Plan 22

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Chloe was confident that next time she faced a first–level zombie, her powers wouldn’t drain as quickly. 

She wore a green cap, hiding half her face and ears, with a thin black mask covering her nose and mouth. Underneath, she had on a warm down jacket and pants, topped with loose–fitting camo gear. It was lightweight and sleek, not bulky at all. 

As Chloe locked the security door and was about to head out, she ran into Margaret from next door, Unit 1801, who was stepping out at the same time. 

Margaret’s hair was a mess, her face pale and sickly, with several dried blood cracks on her lips. When she saw Chloe, her eyes burned with resentment. “Wait. You’re not going anywhere!” 

Chloe didn’t even spare her a glance. 

“Stop right there!” Margaret yelled, her voice raw with desperation, but Chloe didn’t flinch. Margaret didn’t dare chase after her, so she could only watch helplessly as Chloe walked away and disappeared into the elevator. 

Her eyes were locked on Chloe’s hiking backpack. ‘There’s probably a ton of food in there, she thought, her gaze full of greed. 

At that moment, a teenage boy stepped out hesitantly, his eyes filled with uncertainty as he stared at the elevator doors. “Mom, do we really have to go out and look for food?” he asked, his voice shaking with fear. 

Margaret’s cold, harsh expression softened just a little. “Son, your dad’s gone. If we don’t go out, we’re just waiting to die.” 

Just then, the door to Unit 1802 swung open, and four men and a teenage girl stepped out. Two of the men were middle–aged, and the other two were barely out of their teens. 

They exchanged a quick, silent glance, said nothing, and walked straight into the elevator. 

When Chloe reached the first floor, she found it crowded with people. Most were adult men, followed by middle–aged women, and there were a few older folks in their fifties and sixties. 

They looked drained, their usual energy completely gone, each clutching whatever weapon they could find, like kitchen knives, fruit knives, machetes, iron bars, and wooden sticks. 

The zombies in the stairwell were already cleared out. Honestly, humans really could adapt fast when they had to. 

The moment Chloe walked in, everyone noticed her. Some looked at her with pity, some with a hint of mockery, but most stared with dull, lifeless eyes. 

Chloe looked too weak to kill a fly. They thought she’d be cannon fodder if she went out for supplies. 

In the crowd, a big, muscular man kept stealing glances at her. With those charming eyes, it was clear Chloe was a beauty. 

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When the apocalypse happened, people were still stuck in their old habits. Everyone tried to act normal, as if nothing had changed. Nobody had truly shown how dark they could be. Most men were still just regular guys 

back then. 

But as days passed with no rescue, food ran out, and zombies grew stronger, people were backed into a corner. Life turned into hell. 

That was when the real nightmare started. People turned on each other. Some ate human flesh. Some even traded children to stay alive. It became normal. 

By then, survivors had gone mad without morals or limits, but only hunger and cruelty. If something could be eaten, they ate it. 

Victims were called “two–legged sheep.” In her previous life, that was exactly what Chloe had been, nothing more than livestock to her so–called teammates. 

Her thoughts snapped back when sudden angry shouting filled the air. Everyone, including Chloe, turned with irritation toward Margaret, who caused the noise. 

Everyone knew zombies had razor–sharp hearing. Even a small sound could get them killed. And someone was screaming like they wanted everyone dead. 

That instantly set everyone on edge. They watched as more and more zombies crowded up against the glass, banging on it. Each hit felt like a punch to the chest. 

“Shut up. One more word and I’ll toss you out there myself!” The muscular man grabbed Margaret by the hair, yanked her off the steps, and shoved her right against the glass. 

Face–to–face with the zombies, Margaret let out a terrified scream. The man clamped a hand over her mouth, smothering the sound. His voice dropped to a low growl. “If that glass breaks, you’ll be the first one they eat. Understand?” 

Margaret tried to curse at him, but he stuffed a foul–smelling sock into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes burning with rage. All she could do was glare at Chloe as if she wanted to tear her apart. 

The big guy was Lionel, the same man who had pounded on Chloe’s door in the security footage. He also asked her to join the supply team the other day. 

He used to be the building’s security guard, strong, fast, and quick to react. That was why everyone had chosen him to lead. 

After the apocalypse hit and a lot of people turned into zombies, plenty of apartments became available, so Lionel moved in. With his big frame and natural authority, he quickly became the leader of the scavenging 

group. 

He was always the one getting people together for supply runs. Sure, every trip had its risks, but Lionel always came back with something, which earned him a lot of respect in the building. 

“Lionel, you have to help me. That bitch seduced my son and stole all the supplies we worked so hard for!” Margaret cried, her voice muffled as she tried to cover her sobs. 

Her son looked completely lost, glancing at Chloe, and to everyone’s surprise, he blushed. 

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Margaret dropped to the floor, clutching Lionel’s leg, tears and snot streaming down her face. It was honestly disgusting. “Look at that backpack she has. It’s ours. That damn woman tricked us out of it. 

“Lionel, I’d give you every bit of food in that backpack before I let her have it!” 

Lionel’s eyes shifted as he looked over at Chloe. 

Chloe let out a cold laugh. ‘So you’re playing games with me, huh?‘ she thought. 

Without saying a word, she took off her backpack and opened it for everyone to see. Inside were just a couple of foam boards. She shot Margaret a cold stare. “You said this backpack was full of food. So where is it?” 

Everyone could see what was going on. Margaret saw that Chloe’s backpack looked packed and tried to pull a fast one. But everyone knew they were all out there hunting for supplies. No one would really carry that much around. 

Just then, a teenage girl pushed her way through the crowd, glaring at Chloe with hatred. “It was her. I saw it. She seduced this boy and killed my uncle. Don’t let her fool you with that pretty face. She’s nothing but a manipulative bitch!” 

The girl was standing behind a man Chloe recognized as someone from Unit 1802. ‘She must’ve watched me kill her uncle through the peephole,’ Chloe thought. 

Hearing the twisted version of the story, Chloe smirked mockingly. ‘Looks like I went way too easy on these people last time,‘ she thought. 

Lionel shot Chloe a glance just as the girl rushed forward, ripping off Chloe’s mask. Her stunning face made everyone freeze and stare. 

Compared to the filthy crowd around her, Chloe looked like she had stepped out of a dream. Her clothes and hair were perfectly clean, and her bright smile and flawless skin made everyone’s jaws drop and imaginations run wild. 

The guys couldn’t look away, their hearts racing, while the women seethed with jealousy. Whispers started, with some people wondering if Chloe really did seduce men for supplies.