Jake grinned. Score.
From basement-dwelling loser to apocalypse king—now he had a goddess calling him hers. So of course, he went for round two. Then three. And—
"Are you serious?!" Tina groaned.
Four hours later, he finally tapped out. Maybe all those solo missions paid off after all.
While she slept, he lit a cigarette and flipped through her family photos. Cute kid. Shame the world ended.
Then—screaming.
Across the street, a woman disappeared under a pile of zombies. And on the balcony above…
Some guy in a white tee waved a sign:
"HELP ME."
Tall. Lean. Chiseled jaw. The kind of guy who made women forget their own names.
Jake snorted and yanked the curtains shut.
Not today, Superman.