I am a Hale 1

After the apocalypse erupted, I was forcibly taken as a lover by the guardian of the Salvation Base.

I swore I'd never submit. Everyone said I was foolish and not smart enough to be with him.

But I was a zombie, and humans and zombies were worlds apart. How could they cross the line? Jesus Christ.

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I was dragged into the Salvation Base by Jesse Murphy, my clothes in tatters and my dignity shattered.

Prior to the apocalypse, I was the beloved heiress of the Glass Family in Texas, cosseted and doted upon. Once the apocalypse struck, Texas promptly set up a base, and the person in charge was my cousin, who led a rather comfortable life.

Jesse was one of my admirers, and he was one of the most aggressive.

Now, as a zombie, I'd encountered this guardian of the Salvation Base.

It would be his failure if he hasn't torn me to pieces.

I barely made it 39 meters before his massive sword, stretching 40 meters, was at my throat.

Indeed, the metahuman endowed with wind powers was astonishingly swift, just as the rumors had described. Such metahumans, with the gift of harnessing the power of the wind, are able to convert this force into superhuman speed, allowing them to move at a velocity far beyond that of ordinary humans.

"Die later or die now. Choose." Jesse pressed forward relentlessly, his face still bearing the mark of the slap I had just given him. That cold, domineering smile made me shiver.

I had never been humiliated like this before.

Due to his arrogance, a searing anger welled up inside me. Aware that I couldn't die a second time in the form of a zombie, I defied the wind - like blades and advanced towards Jesse. Then, mustering all my strength, I launched a kick at his most vulnerable area.

Unfortunately, he dodged it easily with the wind power.

He glanced at the fissured earth beneath my stomp, visibly unsettled.

In his anger and shame, he aimed the wind blades at my beautiful face.

I froze, acknowledging his ruthlessness.

A big zombie knows when to bend and when to stand tall. I slid to my knees and clung to Jesse's leg, "Please, take me as your maid."

Jesse snorted disdainfully, but his actions betrayed his words.

He hoisted me off the ground with a single hand, paying no heed to the fact that I was scarcely clothed, and then paraded me into the Salvation Base with great fanfare.

I was practically naked.

While I had donned more revealing bikinis previously when hunting for small fish, there's a world of difference between doing so of one's own volition and being compelled to.

Jesse, just wait. I'd get you one day.

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Jesse tossed me onto the bed, which was really hard.

I turned to glare at him, and he was laughing, making my scalp tingle.

I watched in horror as he tore off his shirt.

I had to concede that his physique was truly remarkable. His skin boasted a bronzed hue, and the well - defined eight - pack abs appeared rock - solid. However, the scars did somewhat detract from their aesthetic appeal.

Jesse's face was cold and indifferent, yet his actions were completely contradictory, which annoyed me.

After all this, he just wanted my body. Ugh, pervert.

Jesse placed his hand on my chest, and I slapped it away, feeling a bit panicked.

As a zombie, would there be any side effects if I had relations with Jesse?

He persevered, his hand gently caressing my face, starting from my forehead, gliding over my eyebrows, then lingering on my eyes, nose, and finally coming to rest on my mouth.

His face loomed closer, and I held my breath in fear.

Almost forgot, I didn't breathe.

I needed to find a way to escape soon. Staying in a human's base as a zombie was too dangerous.

The scars on Jesse's body were proof of how many zombies he had killed to earn his reputation as "humanity's hope."

Lost in thought, Jesse was already taking off his pants.

"Emma." Jesse's deep, husky voice was irresistibly alluring, "Finally, I've caught you."

What did he mean? Before I turned into a zombie, I hadn't been avoiding him. When he was still unknown, I even thought about protecting him.

Unable to understand, I asked, only to crash into his deep desire.

His kiss was a familiar, fiery siege, claiming every part of me, yet I didn't black out from lack of breath.

It wasn't until Jesse carried me to the shower that my brain, now only a crystal core, realized: After becoming a zombie, I slept with my ex-boyfriend, whom I had cheated on.

In ancient times, Poseidon slept with Medusa, and now Jesse with a zombie.

All were bold moves.

I was exhilarated. Was I about to embark on a groundbreaking human-zombie romance with Jesse?

It was so exciting.

So exciting that I impulsively bit a bloody hole in Jesse's shoulder.

Under Jesse's death glare, I awkwardly released my bite, still feeling the warmth of his blood on my lips.

Superpowered human blood was indeed delicious. I instinctively licked my lips, tasting mint. I wondered what his flesh tasted like.

"Does it taste good?"

I shook my head vigorously, retreating involuntarily, but the bathtub was only so big, and there was nowhere to go.

My heart was filled with fear. Would my identity be exposed? Was my short life about to end like this?

But Jesse merely regarded me with a complex mix of emotions, gently patted my head, and murmured softly, "Aren't you concerned about it being dirty?"

Was the difference between before and after sleep so great?

This long-lost tenderness almost brought me to tears, but alas, zombies didn't cry.

I slapped his hand off my head, pretending to be fierce.

"Are you coaxing a pet?"

"Isn't it just a little dog that bites?" He continued to pat my head more vigorously.

Before I could really bite him, he quickly apologized.

"Alright, it's my fault, don't be mad, dear Emma."

What?

When did he just call me?

My confusion was too obvious, and Jesse patiently explained, "We've slept together. Don't you want to live with me?"

If only he didn't have wind blades hovering by my head when he smiled gently.

Was that the only trick he knew?

I grumbled to myself, nodding like a pecking chicken, repeatedly addressing him as "husband," and acceding to his demand that we get married the next day.

But inside, I was determined that I'd rather die than marry him.

Jesse's mood swings were too fast for an ordinary zombie girl like me to handle.

He held me, discussing tomorrow's wedding, while I obediently pondered ways to escape the wedding.

We were both looking forward to tomorrow.

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