End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 66

Bang!

Finished

The owner wasn’t ready at all. His upper and lower teeth slammed together hard, and the shock shot through his jaw. The pain nearly made him pass out.

His upper body snapped backward, and he stumbled back several steps–only to get hit again from behind.

“Ugh!”

With just one blow, it felt like his chest caved in. His insides churned as everything had shifted out of place.

“Urgh…”

He dropped to his knees, gagging from the pain.

Click!

A bright flashlight suddenly shone straight into his face.

The harsh light forced him to shut his eyes. Angry and shocked, he shouted, “Weren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“Who said that?”

Robin stepped closer, the flashlight almost in his face. He had to raise a hand to block the light and shrank back into the corner. Still unwilling to give up, he said, “So you didn’t eat the noodles? Do you know how valuable two packs of instant noodles are right now? You’re wasting food…”

Robin laughed. “Bro, if you hadn’t drugged them, why wouldn’t we eat?”

“So you didn’t trust me from the start? Why? I treated you so well, and you still doubted me?”

“Wow, that’s victim blaming, right?”

Ella crouched down in front of him. “Let me ask you something. You said your wife and son were gone after everything started. But I saw a kid’s toy in your room. So where is your son?”

The owner’s eyes darted around. “The world ended. Of course, he got eaten by zombies. Where else would he go?”

“Really?”

Robin took out the bone. “Then what’s this?”

The moment he saw it, his pupils shrank. But he quickly forced himself to calm down. “It’s just a piece of chicken bone. Why are you making such a big deal? There are packaged cooked chicken legs in the warehouse next door. Don’t tell me you’ve never eaten one.”

12:44 pm Pppp.

Chapter 66 Victim Blaming

“Chicken bone?”

Robin slowly spun the bone in her hand. “Anyone who’s dealt with killing knows chicken bones and human bones are pretty easy to tell apart.”

That one sentence made the hair on his body stand up.

“Dealt with killing?”

Oh God, did I bring a psycho into my place?

Finished

“This is a child’s bone,” Robin said coldly. “Finding bones in a world like this isn’t strange. Zombies are everywhere. But the problem is–this bone is cooked. Since when do zombies cook their food?”

She stepped closer, her voice turning sharp. “So tell me again–did your son get eaten by zombies, or did you eat him yourself?”

Her voice rose at the last sentence.

She had seen the worst of humanity in her past life. But eating human flesh–eating your own child–that was beyond anything she had ever heard of.

Even in the darkest times, there were only rumors of cannibalism. No one ate their own child.

And yet, this man–this ordinary–looking man–had cooked and eaten his own son.

And it wasn’t even out of pure desperation. There was food right next door. Enough to keep him alive for a long time.

Robin couldn’t understand it.

“L… I…”

Now that everything was exposed, the owner stopped pretending.

A dark smile spread across his face. “Yeah, I ate him. So what? He’s my son. My blood runs in him. Eating him is just taking back what’s mine. What right do you have to judge me?”

“You’re…”

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