Chapter 1

My boyfriend is a physics professor with a brain full of nothing but research.

When the apocalypse broke out, he turned into a zombie. While other zombies were busy biting people, he was busy telling me dad jokes.

"What does God ride?" he asked, pinching my cheek. His almond-shaped eyes had turned red with excitement. It was hard to imagine that this physics professor would seriously ask me a dad joke.

I thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so I stammered, "I don't know."

Adrian lowered his eyes, then grabbed my neck, forcing me to look at a book of dad jokes. His sinister voice whispered in my ear: "It's a Godsicle, because it's a divine popsicle."

Me: ...

Before the zombie outbreak, Adrian and I had a big fight.

"Adrian, let's break up," I said flatly.

Adrian took off his glasses, loosened his tie revealing his sexy Adam's apple, and sat down on the couch exhausted. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand and asked me wearily, "Emily, can you stop being unreasonable?"

It was because he was so engrossed in his research that he forgot my birthday. Although he apologized early this morning, I was still very angry.

Anger had taken over my brain. I angrily said, "How am I being unreasonable? It's clearly your fault!"

I choked up and said, "Yesterday was my birthday. What were you doing? You were researching your damn physics!"

I have a tendency to cry easily. Before we'd even argued for long, tears were already streaming down my face. Adrian froze, looking at me with remorse. His Adam's apple bobbed as he said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I... yesterday-"

I cut him off before he could finish. I didn't want to hear his excuses. I grabbed my phone and ran downstairs.

As I was leaving, I actually felt a bit regretful. After all, this was the only time Adrian had forgotten. He had always been very thoughtful before. I was just a little angry and wanted to vent, not make a big deal out of it. But I'm too proud, so I stubbornly got into a taxi.

Once in the taxi, I asked the driver to take me to the supermarket in the suburbs.

I don't have any other special traits, but when I'm angry, I like to go on a shopping spree.

Adrian's black Volkswagen followed steadily behind the taxi. I took this opportunity to forgive him and used his card to buy two shopping carts full of snacks, bottled water, and instant food.

There was too much stuff to fit in Adrian's trunk, so I had it all delivered by a delivery guy.

After finishing at the supermarket, I was in a good mood. He took this chance to coax me, saying he'd take me for Japanese food at the new mall.

On the way to dinner, my phone received a message: Attention all residents, please quickly find a safe and secure location. Unknown creatures that bite people have appeared in the East District. Please protect yourselves first! The government and military are taking action! Please trust us!

I clicked on the video. It showed a person walking strangely, with blood on the corners of their mouth. Their black pupils had turned blood-red, looking terrifying.

It was a zombie!

The zombie twisted its body and lunged at nearby people at an extremely fast speed, tearing and biting. Twenty seconds later, the bitten person also became a zombie.

Adrian and I exchanged a glance, and he immediately stepped on the gas, driving me to the villa suburb in the south of the city as fast as possible. He told me to protect myself, then drove back to his lab.

Watching his determined back as he left, tears filled my eyes. I cursed in frustration, "Adrian! Is that research more important than your life? What about me? What am I supposed to do?"

Adrian stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me. The setting sun shone on him, and he still seemed relaxed. He smiled gently and said, "Emily, I'm just a mortal. If I die, I die. But the research results can benefit humanity. They can't be destroyed."

With that, he quickly opened the car door and drove away.

That's just how Adrian is. Once he's decided on something, he never looks back.

I desperately closed the curtains, no longer watching his departing figure.

The lab was in the East District. By going there, he was undoubtedly going to his death.