A Zombie Outbreak Occurred on the High-Speed Train, and I Jokingly Locked My Husband and Secretary Out of the Luxury Carriage

The moment the high-speed train started moving, I was reborn. One second ago, my husband, to protect his secretary, pushed me into a horde of zombies. Now, he's gently adjusting her luggage rack, the two exchanging glances. In one hour, the zombie outbreak will begin. This time, I won't lecture my secretary about marriage laws that involve infidelity. I avoid everyone's gaze, calmly gathering supplies and locking the luxury sleeper car. When the announcement came over the loudspeaker, "Passenger has suddenly developed rabies," that despicable couple frantically banged on the door. "Wife, I know you're in there, open the door!" Chapter One: The Moment the High-Speed Train Started Moving