[I can't use real life superstar as this book might get taken down]
"There are other survivors! And a woman too!" Yasin's eyes lit up with excitent, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.
No matter what, this at least proved that he wasn't the only survivor left in this apocalyptic world.
Even if he had enough food and water to stay alive, Yasin doubted he could endure the crushing loneliness without going insane.
Following the source of the noise, he rushed to the window and looked outside.
A rugged off-road vehicle had crashed through the iron gate in front of his villa, now emitting white smoke and making a sputtering noise. Surrounding it, hordes of zombies, drawn by the commotion, clawed and growled, pressing toward the SUV like crazed beasts.
These zombies weren't fast, many of them even moved clumsily, but their sheer numbers made Yasin realize a terrifying truth—if one were to be surrounded by them, not even a trained soldier would stand a chance of survival.
Through the windshield, he could make out the blurry figures of a man and a woman inside the vehicle. They appeared to be completely terrified, huddled together in panic.
Should he help them?
Yasin frowned as he observed the growing crowd of zombies converging on the vehicle. Attracted by the noise, hundreds of undead had already gathered at the broken iron gate.
Luckily, this appeared to be a suburban town, with only a few scattered villas and large stretches of open land nearby.
That ant the zombie population here wasn't as overwhelming as it could have been. Even if every undead in the area was drawn to the noise, there would only be a few hundred or maybe a thousand at most.
Still, the thought of such an outbreak occurring in his own world—the densely packed cities, the towering skyscrapers, and the millions of people—made Yasin shudder.
He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of relief.
The area between his house and the off-road vehicle was still clear of zombies for now, thanks to the iron fence.
If he decided to act, he might not be in imdiate danger.
But the gate was already bent and unstable. At any mont, the horde could force their way into the courtyard.
And these two strangers...
If he let them in, he'd have to share his food and water. Worse, they could be a threat to him.
Save them?
Or...
Let them die?
As Yasin hesitated, frowning in thought, the man inside the SUV suddenly opened the sunroof, dragging the woman out with him.
The zombies reacted instantly. Like flies catching the scent of rotting flesh, they lunged toward the roof of the vehicle, desperate to reach them.
Luckily, the off-road vehicle was tall enough that the clumsy undead struggled to climb up.
Even those that managed to get a grip were quickly pulled back down by their ravenous companions.
"Grrraaaahhh!"
"Huuuhhhh..."
"Roooaaaar!"
"Ahhh!! Ahhhh!!!" The woman shrieked in terror as rotting hands clawed at her feet, while the man let out a furious roar, swinging a fire axe wildly at the attacking zombies.
Their bodies seed fragile—every ti the axe connected, chunks of decayed flesh were easily hacked away.
But unless their heads were destroyed, the zombies felt no pain and kept lunging forward.
"Jack! We have to get out of here! There are more and more of them!"
The woman's panicked voice rang out as she crouched on the roof, frantically swinging a wooden stick to keep the zombies at bay.
At that mont, Yasin finally got a clear look at her face.
"Lena Whitmore!"
He was stunned.
The breathtaking blonde woman, with her elegant features and flawless figure, was a face he could never mistake.
A world-class actress.
An Academy Award-winning superstar.
Lena Whitmore was one of the most famous actresses on the planet.
Just before his transmigration, Yasin had watched Seagod, where she played the graceful and regal Queen. That performance had left a lasting impression on him.
Even in her forties, she remained a tiless beauty—elegant, alluring, and srizing.
And now, she was right in front of him.
Only...
She looked even younger.
1993...
By this tiline, she should only be 26—at the peak of her youth and beauty.
As for the man fighting beside her, Yasin didn't even need to think.
Jack Coleman.
The legendary action star of King of Spy.
A world-renowned actor.
A Golden Globe-winning perforr.
And Lena Whitmore's newlywed husband.
A true Hollywood power couple.
Before Yasin could even process the absurdity of the situation, Jack Coleman had already helped Lena jump down into the courtyard and was now sprinting toward his house.
Behind them, the iron gate shook violently as the massive zombie horde slamd against it, desperately trying to squeeze through the broken sections.
Any mont now, they would break through.
"Is anyone inside?! Open the door!! Help us!!"
BANG BANG BANG!
"Please! Open up!!"
THUD THUD!
The sound of a fire axe slamming against the tal door echoed through the house.
Yasin's hand froze just inches from the door handle.
The courtyard gate wouldn't last much longer.
If he refused to open the door, these two Hollywood superstars were as good as dead.
But this was Arica in the 1990s. Cri rates were high, and nearly every household had reinforced security.
This house was no exception.
Every door and window on the ground floor was secured with iron bars.
Even the entrance itself was made of reinforced steel.
If Yasin didn't let them in...
They would die.
Save them?
Or...
Let fate decide?
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