Racing with My CEO Husband on Zombie Highway

I'm a socially anxious shut-in who can't even look after myself. Apart from being good-looking, I'm basically unsuited to life in modern society.

Luckily, I have a cold, chaste, domineering CEO boyfriend. I lie flat at home, spending his money every day, planning to use his domineering money power to avoid reality until I turn eighty and die.

But things don't go as I hoped. The zombie apocalypse breaks out.

Even a domineering CEO can't help now. Money power is useless!

Well, I can't say it's completely useless.

For example, at least I can drive a Maserati while we're escaping.

So I kicked open the bathroom door, dragged my domineering CEO out of the shower in nothing but his underwear, and stuffed him and my rabbit into a luxury sports car.

As I drove the Maserati, my domineering CEO held the cat in the back seat and asked, "What's going on?"

I replied, "You idiot. The zombie apocalypse is here, and all you can think about is taking that stupid shower."

He said, "Don't worry. I have a plan."

Then he grabbed his underwear and opened his phone. "Contact my private jet pilot immediately."

The voice on the other end said, "CEO! Your helipad has been bombed!"

He still smiled gravely. "It's fine."

Then he continued giving orders: "Immediately mobilize all the backup survival supplies and transfer them to the A City shelter."

But a few seconds later, he put down his phone and said to me, "Drive to S City."

I said, "What happened? Weren't we going to A City?"

He replied, "A City is doomed. I have a feeling my secretary just got eaten."

Then he said, "Honey, I'm so cold. Could you stop at that mall and buy me some pants first?"

#Probably a zombie-apocalypse road-trip comedy

#Apart from the zombies and the protagonists' brains, there aren't many fantastical elements

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