119 A Desperate Situation Devoid of Humanity!

Feng Fa'er turned and looked at the man. He was lean and gaunt, yet despite the severe food shortages, he still retained a certain degree of muscular definition. When the apocalypse first broke out, their building had been completely devoid of food. The only reason she was still alive now was thanks to this man, Lu Hua.

Feng Fa'er had been an internet streamer, but as the industry began to decline, she signed with a talent agency. By posting racy videos to attract traffic, she successfully transitioned from a mere streamer to a full-blown internet celebrity. Lu Hua, the owner of the agency, had designed her career path, and the two of them had made a fortune together. By endorsing counterfeit and inferior products for exorbitant commissions, they had earned tens of millions in just over a year. They had moved into luxury villas, driven Ferraris, and even had the wealth to lease the top two floors of this building. There were over thirty people living there—all of them signed streamers and staff from Lu Hua’s company, including two foreigners.

Then, unexpectedly, the apocalypse struck. Zombies quickly surrounded the building, trapping them inside. Because their inventory included a large amount of snacks and beverages, they managed to hold out for a while. They also barricaded the stairwells to ensure the zombies could not enter. However, there were too many people, and the consumption rate of over thirty individuals was staggering. Lu Hua quickly made a decision: under the pretext of scouting and searching for supplies, he forced some of the staff to go downstairs to their deaths. Naturally, they refused, but Lu Hua had long since established his authority as the boss and had already swayed most of the others to his side. Besides, he was a wealthy and powerful man. Even though the world had ended, who could say it wouldn't return to normal? Anyone who offended Lu Hua would surely meet a miserable end. Under the coercion of the majority, several poor staff members went down to scout and, as expected, were torn apart by the zombies below.

Seeing this, everyone realized that going down meant certain death. At least by staying on the top two floors, they might not have to die so horribly. But then, something no one expected happened. One morning, they woke up to the sound of chopping.

They soon discovered that Lu Hua had killed a female streamer who was on the verge of starvation and was using a kitchen knife to mince her into meat. Many people ate that day, and Lu Hua ate the most. Feng Fa'er refused; she could not accept it no matter what. But Lu Hua shoved the meat into her mouth, forcing her to swallow. Even when she vomited it all back up, Lu Hua would simply prepare more, insisting that she had to survive. Feng Fa'er understood why: she was still profitable!

From that day on, a line was drawn. Those who were willing to eat the meat survived; those who refused grew weaker and eventually became the new rations. Some could not bear it and threw themselves from the building when Lu Hua wasn't looking. Eventually, in the dead of night, Lu Hua simply shackled the remaining seven people—everyone except Feng Fa'er. They became his livestock. No, calling them livestock was inaccurate; livestock required food and water. These seven were merely food. Soon, however, they died, and their bodies gradually rotted.

They hadn't eaten in three days. Feng Fa'er knew that if they couldn't find food, she would be next. Her ankle was currently secured with a U-lock to a table to prevent her from jumping to her death, which was why she was always lingering by the window.

"You know I never intended to eat you. I shackled you only to keep you from doing something rash. Can you understand my good intentions?" Lu Hua asked with a smile. But to Feng Fa'er, the smile was incredibly cruel. She had seen him wear that same expression many times while he consumed the others.

"I understand, I understand! Now that someone has come to save us, let's just pretend the cannibalism never happened," Feng Fa'er said, instinctively swallowing. Only then did she realize her throat was parched.

"That's right. As long as we survive, just don't let anyone else know about this," Lu Hua said, nodding with satisfaction. He then bent down and unlocked the U-lock.

"Boss, it’s all thanks to the flags you put on the roof. They must have attracted the others here," Feng Fa'er said, still flattering him. She knew she could not show even a hint of dissatisfaction, or she wouldn't even know how she died.

"I originally wanted to attract that helicopter to let them know we had women here, but it seemed not to see us..." Lu Hua said with a dark expression, clearly displeased.

Feng Fa'er had also hoped that helicopter would come to rescue her, but she was already satisfied that someone was finally willing to come. She had seen survivors pass by before; some had even spoken to her, drawn by her beauty. But the moment they heard she was trapped by zombies and that they would have to clear the first four floors to reach her, they immediately lost interest. They didn't care whether she lived or died. The reason was simple: it wasn't worth risking their lives against so many zombies for a pretty woman. In the apocalypse, finding a beautiful survivor wasn't difficult. With food and water, you could make them do anything. Often, one didn't even need those things; raw violence was enough to make a woman submit. There was no need to risk being eaten by zombies, especially when no one knew if there were mutants in the building.

*Rat-tat-tat!*

Gunshots echoed from downstairs, growing closer with every passing second. This proved that those people were getting nearer. They were actually coming to save her! At the thought of this, Feng Fa'er almost burst into tears. That man and two women must be good people; otherwise, they wouldn't have bothered to rescue her. No matter how bad the situation was, it couldn't be worse than being by Lu Hua's side. If they didn't come, she would be eaten.

Just then, the sound of a loudspeaker and the thrumming of rotor blades came from overhead.

"Are there any survivors here? If you can hear me, please respond!"

"If you can hear me, please respond!"

The deafening roar of a helicopter filled the air. It was a helicopter, and it had arrived directly above them!