When Doomsday Came, I Built a Pillbox Next to a Girls’ School

When disaster struck, I spent a fortune to buy the top-floor apartment beside a women’s teachers’ college. When zombies surrounded the city, it became the strongest fortress around. I laid down strict rules: kill the do-gooders first, and cut down any boyfriend. Obedience is all that matters here. And the campus beauty who ate me in my previous life is now asking me with red-rimmed eyes, “Do I finally deserve to be your woman?”