Surviving the Apocalypse: The Only Boy in My Class

On the third day after zombies surrounded our university classroom, I became the only person the entire class could count on.

A packet of instant noodles could earn a campus beauty's favor; a bottle of clean water could win someone's loyalty.

As the world outside completely collapsed and hunger stripped away everyone's dignity,

gender and strength became the most valuable assets.

I had an axe, supplies, and the survival skills I'd picked up from among the dead.

The campus beauty who used to ignore me, the aloof class representative, the delicate arts committee member:

now they all gathered around me, begging for protection and a bite to eat.

But in the apocalypse, human hearts are more poisonous than zombies.

Some wanted to steal my things, some plotted to take my life, and others wanted to trap me in a life of comfort and squeeze every last bit of value out of me.

I grinned, holding my bloodstained axe.

If you want to live, follow my rules.

If you refuse, you can either feed the zombies or lie flat and let yourself be slaughtered.