APOCALYPSE AND THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 0002

                                                Adam Smith

I left through the back door. A car was waiting right outside with its doors wide open. The occupants must have fled to save their necks, leaving the engine rumbling. I hopped in, worried.

This zombie thing had escalated all over the city. The car radio was blasting loudly, stating that everyone should stay indoors. I shut the doors and sped off, knocking down any zombie that stood in the way.

Driving with one hand, I fiddled with my pockets with the other, hoping to find my phone, but it dawned on me that I had left it in the drawer.

“Shit!” I swore, taking a quick turn and knocking down a fat zombie.

The car galloped over the zombie and stopped. I fiddled with the ignition keys, hoping to turn it on again—it was done for good.

I threw the door open and alighted. My place was not far from where I was, but zombies were everywhere, growling and ramming into buildings, seeking blood.

I drew the rifle and bolted through the street, ready to shoot anything that jumped at me. One of them staggered forward, eyes bloodshot, ready to grab and bite, but I shot it twice before crashing into it.

The blood from its fatal wound stained my clothes.

“Fuck!” I cursed the stench of the bloody zombie, then sprang to my feet and headed for another car.

It was better to navigate the city in a car than to risk running into aggressive zombies.

I spotted a black Nissan with the door open and the engine grumbling. But before I got to it, another zombie lunged at me. I emptied the magazine on it but missed every shot.

I ran fast, evading two more zombies, and finally hopped into the car and slammed the door. The zombies lunged, but the central lock saved my ass.

Now, I was safe, but all I could think of was Rosa. I sped off, knocking more zombies out of the way until I arrived at the building.

A half-hacked zombie was at the massive doorway, feeding on a dead hand.

I grabbed a bloodied baton and surged into the lift. The beep sounded, and it took me up.

As I arrived at the fifth floor, I bumped into a couple shouting at each other. I didn’t spare them a glance. The zombie thing had probably yet to come upstairs, but I couldn’t help praying that Rosa was home.

Finally, I stopped at my door. It wasn’t locked from the inside. Panic struck me like a curse, but as I pushed it open and stepped in, I heard the groaning of a man and the moaning of a woman.

Rosa!

She was probably fighting off a zombie.

I rushed into the room, ready to use the baton, but instead, I met a sight that crushed my resolve.

Rosa was naked, seated on a naked man’s thigh, riding him. I dropped the baton, shocked to the marrow, and just then, she stopped.

“Adam,” she scoffed. “What the heck are you doing here?”

I wanted to confront her, but as the man looked up, I lost my voice. It was my boss.

“Adam,” said my boss casually. “Come on, you have a lot of work to do in the office. You shouldn’t be home…”

“Shut the fuck up!” I screamed, unable to piece together what I had just seen.

Rosa crept off his thigh, sweating profusely. “Adam, I had to do this. For your sake.”

I wanted to retort, but she raised a hand, silencing me.

“You are so broke I have to fuck to get you a decent life, Adam. If I don’t fuck him, we’ll get thrown out by month-end. And how do you think we’ll have a decent wedding if I don’t suck some dick to raise money? Huh?” She wasn’t ashamed. Not one bit.

I glanced at the baton. It was my only way out of this mess, but Lord knows I can’t hurt my fiancé. I can’t hurt Rosa. Not now, not ever.

I looked once again at them and turned to leave, but just as I did, a male zombie lunged at me and knocked me down. Before I could push it off, it sank its teeth into my chest.

I punched aimlessly, looking toward the bed for help from Rosa and my boss, but they hugged each other in fear, until I pushed the zombie off me.

I rose, blood spewing from my chest, only to see Rosa and my boss fleeing to the other room, screaming as they shut the door. I raised a weak hand toward them, took one step, and dropped to the floor.

The room got fuggy, everywhere felt hot. Objects doubled in my eyes, my skin went numb, and then I blacked out.