Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Chapter 116 Cat paw biscuits

"Something's wrong! Something must have snuck in!" The Bone-Claw Zombie King quickly realized what was happening.At the same time, every zombie in the city let out a feral, blood-curdling howl and began converging from all directions.

The once silent night was completely shattered.

The entire city stirred with chaos.

Following the Bone-Claw Zombie King's command, the zombies began

"Eat up." Ethan's figure vanished again, heading back to his high-rise home.

Fortunately, the other side didn't make any rash moves. After a few howls of impotent rage, they quieted down, clearly deciding against an immediate attack.

With the tension easing, Bulldozer and the other zombies began their feast—a bloody banquet.

Big Ears, however, being a "freelance zombie," wasn't part of the inner circle. He stood off to the side, watching the feast with drool dripping from his mouth.

He couldn't help but feel envious. Since the apocalypse began, he'd never seen such a "luxurious" spread.

"They're already eating... Why hasn't anyone invited me?" Big Ears muttered to himself, feeling awkward as he stood there, empty-handed.

After some hesitation, he shuffled forward, trying to find someone approachable. He nudged Bulldozer with his elbow, hoping to strike up a conversation.

"Hey, Bulldozer, didn't you say before... if I needed anything, I could come to you?"

"Yeah, that's right. What's up?" Bulldozer turned to look at him.

"Heh heh heh..." Big Ears chuckled nervously. "Mind if I... you know, join in for a meal?"

"Oh... sure, no problem! After all, you did help spot the prey earlier. You deserve a share." Bulldozer nodded enthusiastically.

Big Ears' eyes lit up with excitement. "Bulldozer's the real deal! A zombie of his word!" he thought, feeling a surge of gratitude. He rubbed his hands together like a fly, his face full of anticipation as he waited.

Bulldozer rummaged through the pile of corpses for a moment before casually pulling out a dead cat.

"Huh? Just this?" Big Ears froze, his excitement fading into disappointment. "This is the 'good stuff' you were talking about?"

Cat meat was notoriously sour. It worked as a light snack to whet the appetite, but it wasn't exactly a delicacy.

Before Big Ears could say anything, Bulldozer snapped off one of the cat's paws with a loud "crack" and handed it to him.

"Here you go—'cat paw biscuits.' You deserve it. Eat up, don't hold back!"

"..." Big Ears stared at the paw, his face blank, a dark cloud forming over his head. "Seriously? This is what I get?!"

The sting of disappointment hit him hard.

His heart ached.

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