Chapter 11

"You're not who I expected to be." The Lieutenant recovered from shock prior to others.

I sneered and my eyes twinkled in mischief. "Who I should be, then? A mere fucking selfish bitch? You know, Lieutenant, the apocalypse wasn't an event that would instantly affect the world, but however slowly the epidemic ignited, it would sweep to uncontrollable levels within a month. It's the matter you should focus on, not me."

I picked up my beaten hound before looking at him with so much anger. Then, I pointed to Cerulean who's still pondering with his thoughts. "Ask him about everything. He hides the source of this zombie mishap but I knew a few hints, it's the Royal family from the North border. Hence, fucking stop expecting something from me!"

I scoffed and strode toward the hall to regale my dog properly. He was weeping in trauma in my arms that I couldn't think of any remedy to soothe him.

I chewed my bottom lip. I'm fucking furious to the extent that I would