They both exited the office after cleaning themselves. Fortunately, the room was sound-proof. Otherwise, the moans coming from it would have given them away.
Allen went inside the classroom and went on with the remaining classes with a bored look.
"Hmm, is it just me or does everyone look a bit more weary than usual?" He said to himself as he looked at his classmates who seemed tired for some reason.
'We haven't even begun maths class and yet they are exhausted for some reason. Not only that, some of them look paler than normal and others are worse, looking slightly ashen. Weird.' He thought, before shaking his head and putting the matter at the back of his mind.
***
After he was done with his classes, Allen was about to leave the school premises when he suddenly tripped over but regained balance just before he fell.
He looked at the cause of it and found that it was a pair of beautiful, shapely legs that seemed to have been carved from jade itself.
Allen raised his head and saw that it was a red-eyed woman with silver hair clad in a doctor's outfit. The buttons of her shirt were having difficulty containing her J-cups that wanted to break free.
"Ara~ Your leg is injured. I suggest you come to the infirmary right away."
She said with a seductive smile as she unbuttoned her shirt, and showed Allen her erect pink nipples.
"..."
Allen had a blank look on his face as he knew what was about to happen.
***
Inside the Infirmary,
A silver-haired woman, Clara, lay on the bed covered in sperm. There were hand marks on her face and her butt along with teeth marks on her jumbo breasts, and nipples, indicating the (consensual) abuse she went through.
Psss
At this moment, her mouth was plugged in by Allen's dick as he held her head and came inside her mouth.
He came until her cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel and only let go after he was sure that she drank it all without spilling a single drop.
***
Allen biked his way to work and arrived within half an hour.
His boss scolded him and spouted profanities for arriving late.
Afterwards, Allen wore his gloves and became busy with chopping wood with his axe.
Chak! Chak!
His well-toned body glistened with sweat. He swung his axe once more before coming to a halt.
He turned his head and looked at his fellow colleagues with his ocean-blue eyes.
The burly men were swinging their axes but there was a difference he noticed.
The men looked weary, exhausted and their bodies looked strangely ashen.
'What's with these mofos? It hasn't been long since we started working.' He thought with a raised eyebrow.
"Allen, you goddamn orphan! How dare you slack off?! Is this what I pay you for?! Huh?!!" An angry loud voice echoed from behind Allen.
'Haah…'
He inwardly sighed but didn't say anything. Does that mean he wasn't mad? Of course he was. If it were up to Allen, he'd have murdered his manager right here and now but he held himself back.
Why?
Because the manager wasn't wrong. He was an orphan with no money, backing or status. He needed the money from this job to care for Lily and pay off the debts his parents had passed onto him upon their death.
His other (self-proclaimed) wives had offered to help him but he refused their help saying he would resolve it himself before officially marrying them.
Florence and Clara had already helped him a lot by pulling strings to give him a sizable scholarship to ease his burdens despite his refusal in taking their help.
He turned his head back to look at the angry manager.
He had a face that resembled that of a rat. Coincidentally, his name was Remy.
"..."
Allen noticed that Remy also looked like the workers with an ashen face and a weary look.
'What's happening?' He thought, confused.
'Now that I think about it, a lot of people I saw in school and on the streets looked similar as well. Although, my women looked normal. Hmm, whatever, I guess. It's not like it concerns me in any way.' He put a halt to his thoughts before opening his mouth.
"Sorry, sir."
He said before going back to chopping wood.
"Good for nothing." Remy said curtly, before moving away.
Almost an hour had passed before Allen stopped swinging his axe.
He wiped his sweat with his t-shirt before moving towards the break room with his axe in tow.
He went inside and slumped on a chair nearby before turning on the TV.
[Breaking News!
Zombies have appeared!
Millions of people have turned into zombies as they bite into any human they come across!
The government has declared a national emergency, urging citizens to stay at home while they deploy the military in order to take control of the situation.]
The scene then changed and showed ashen creatures with sharp teeth attacking every human that they see.
"..."
A blank look appeared on Allen's face as he stared at the TV.
He then looked at the bottom left to see the date.
'April 1st. Haah… What a tasteless joke.' Allen shook his head as he got up with his axe and moved towards the door. His break was over.
"Grooaaghh!"
A roar entered Allen's ears.
"What the hell was that?" He said to himself, feeling confused.
He then opened the door and saw an unholy sight.
What once were his colleagues became bloodthirsty zombies.
Just as he was about to wonder what he should do, a sound went off in his head.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations! You've awakened 'The Super Market System'!]
[You've received 6 Rewards!]
[Earn System Points to buy necessities ranging from milk cartons to machine guns!]
[Quest- Zombie Culling has been created!]
[Requirements: Kill all the zombies in the vicinity.]
[Reward: 60 SP.]
[Time Limit: 30 minutes.]
"..."
Allen looked at the panel then stared at the approaching zombies before gazing at the axe in his hand.
He had work to do.
"Keh~!"
A smirk spread across his lips.
He raised his head and looked at the zombies once more with a predatory gaze.