Less than 500 meters away from A Second Hospital, Ale and Zaiden crouched in a residential building, panting heavily.
A group of five boys had left A University on a desperate mission to find medicine for their beloved goddesses, Jinn and Camila. They had acted rashly, rushing out without much thought, and it hadn’t taken long for trouble to find them.
A City had been battered by a typhoon over the past two days, drenching everything in relentless rain. The roads were slick, visibility was poor, and every step forward felt like a gamble.
Fortunately, A University wasn’t far from the hospital, and the heavy downpour had washed away most scents, masking their presence from the zombies that roamed the streets. Even so, three of the boys had fallen victim to zombie attacks, leaving only Ale and Zaiden—two simps—to press on.
Using a makeshift raft, they managed to bypass an area teeming with zombies. Crawling and stumbling through the mud, they risked their lives to reach the entrance of the hospital.
"Let’s head straight to the pharmacy," Ale said as he eyed the closed doors of the hospital. Inside, the building was eerily empty—not a single zombie in sight. It felt almost too quiet.
Zaiden curled his lips in disdain. He had witnessed Ale’s ruthlessness along the way. Two of the other boys had been abandoned because Ale wanted to eliminate competition for Jinn affection. If Zaiden hadn’t made it clear that he wouldn’t compete with him, the two might have come to blows.
The pair scaled the hospital fence, steel pipes tied around their waists, and tiptoed cautiously inside. To their surprise, there wasn’t a single zombie in sight. The only signs of life—or death—were dark red bloodstains smeared across the floors and walls, remnants of battles fought during the storm.
Zaiden couldn’t suppress a shiver. Though the typhoon had passed and the rain had stopped, the atmosphere within the hospital was unsettlingly still.
"Something’s off," he muttered. "It’s too quiet. There’s not even one zombie…"
Ale was naturally frightened, but they had come this far. Giving up now would mean all their efforts were wasted. Besides, Jinn was counting on them.
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room of a small standalone building near the hospital’s back entrance, a woman watched the computer screen intently. She picked up her walkie-talkie and reported what she saw.
"Someone broke into the hospital?"
Lily asked upon hearing the report. Some of the women below had spotted intruders climbing the fence via surveillance cameras.
"Sister, do you want me to go deal with them?" Olivia suggested, mimicking a slicing motion across her neck.
Lily didn’t acknowledge Olivia eagerness directly but simply nodded.
"Capture them first. They came to the hospital at a time like this—they must be looking for medicine. Follow their trail and see if there’s a larger group behind them."
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"Yes…" Olivia’s eyes gleamed with excitement. In her mind, these trespassers were already dead. Breaking into the master’s territory without permission warranted no mercy. Killing them would be doing them a favor.
Besides, in Olivia’s view, all men except her master were unworthy scum undeserving of pity.
Olivia gathered three other women, armed themselves, and set off toward the hospital pharmacy. Lily didn’t accompany them; to her, this was a minor matter easily handled by Olivia.
As Ale and Zaiden moved deeper into the hospital, unease crept over them. All the zombies seemed to be gone. Apart from the dried bloodstains staining the walls and floors, the place was disturbingly silent.
"Hurry up and grab some cold and fever medicine, then let’s get out of here," Zaiden urged nervously.
"This silence is giving me the creeps."
Ale nodded. Together, they entered the pharmacy, quickly gathering supplies before emerging with bags full of medicine.
Olivia didn’t bother searching for them immediately. Instead, she waited at the hospital entrance. It wasn’t long before the two boys appeared in her line of sight.
Ale and Zaiden froze mid-step, staring at the five women approaching them. Each was heavily armed, some wearing bulletproof vests, exuding an aura of authority and danger. The leader—a strikingly beautiful woman with a cool, seductive demeanor—stood out among them.
"Who… who are you?" Zaiden stammered nervously as the group drew closer.
"Olee… Olivia?!" Ale blurted out in shock as he recognized the face of the lead woman. Despite the gun slung over her shoulder and the bulletproof vest hugging her figure, his fandom allowed him to identify her instantly.
Zaiden also realized who she was. Though not a fan himself, he knew of Olivia, the once-popular star whose fame had soared before the apocalypse.
His gaze turned greedy. Compared to their disheveled state, Olivia and her team looked pristine and well-equipped, as though untouched by the chaos of the end times.
Olivia’s expression remained icy. She already disliked these two men, and their covetous stares only deepened her disgust.
In her mind, any man daring to look at her like that—aside from her master—was committing an unforgivable act. She resolved to gouge out their eyes and feed them to the nearest zombie horde.
"You two rats dared to sneak into the master’s territory to steal?" Olivia sneered, her voice laced with contempt.
The words caught in Ale and Zaiden’s throats. They had considered trying to ingratiate themselves, perhaps mentioning their admiration for Olivia, but they never expected her opening line to be so harsh.
Rats?
Master?
Ale and Zaiden’s faces paled. Being called rats didn’t bother them—they were used to groveling—but hearing Olivia refer to someone else as "master" shocked them.
They couldn’t fathom a woman willingly submitting to another man like that. And yet, here she was, accusing them of trespassing in her master’s domain. The irony stung bitterly, especially since they had spent so long simp’s for nothing.
"The mistress is asking you a question," one of the women barked, stepping forward and kicking Zaiden to the ground when he hesitated.
Ale snapped to attention. Seeing the barrel of the gun pointed at him, his mouth went dry. He dropped to his knees and began explaining their situation in a trembling voice, detailing their mission from A University.