Scarface ate while observing the others, smiling in satisfaction.
He had once muddled through prison, waiting to die. There had been no zombies to threaten him, and since he had already been sentenced to life imprisonment, he had nothing to fear. No one in prison had dared provoke him, so he had lived fairly well.
But Scarface preferred things as they were now.
Because now, he had the power to decide whether others lived or died. He felt like the king of this world.
Whether it was delicious food or beautiful women, he got to choose.
Anyone he disliked, he killed outright.
Anyone he liked, he simply took.
No one could control him.
No law could judge him.
This feeling was just... so damn satisfying!!
After finishing the canned food, Scarface picked a delicate-looking young man and dragged him into a room.
A pleasurable, intermittent exchange between two people began.
Scarface lived comfortably, but things were too comfortable. He always felt unsatisfied.
He looked at the men and women huddled in the corner, then irritably spat on the floor.
"Fuck, what kind of trash are these? Are there no cleaner beauties?"
One of his underlings understood immediately. "Boss, you mean... ones who haven't been used?"
Scarface's lips curled. "When you eat something, you have to eat it clean. Whether it tastes good isn't important. What matters is that it's all-natural and pollution-free."
The man leaned over ingratiatingly. "Boss, weren't you looking for beautiful women? I know two!"
"There's a survivor who came in the day before yesterday. She lives on the twenty-second floor of Building One. I'm not sure which apartment, though.
"I saw her when she came in. There was a man beside her, probably her boyfriend.
"That woman—I'm telling you, she's unbelievably beautiful, with delicate, fair skin like