First Bite, First Love?

Chapter15:Are We Doing This Again?

I looked at the calendar. Two weeks.

Two weeks until I either survive or end up in a zombie’s mouth.

I slammed the locker shut and slung the delivery bag over my shoulder. The smell of cheap perfume was still clinging to the uniform—probably from the last time I ran into her.

The “her” being my ex–best friend.

The one who’s now sleeping with my ex-boyfriend.

Oh, they thought I didn’t know? Cute.

The restaurant door chimed as I stepped out. Orders lined up on the screen. Most were boring—dumplings, noodles, rice boxes. But one address jumped out.

His place.

I smiled. Not the sweet kind.

The kind you give before you set the trap.

The ride there was short. I parked my scooter, knocked on the door. He opened it in sweatpants, hair messy like he just woke up. Or maybe he’d been busy.

“Food delivery,” I said.

He frowned, confused. “I didn’t order—”

“I know,” I cut in, pushing the bag into his hands. “This one’s free. Consider it… a goodbye gift.”

He froze. “What are you talking about?”

I leaned in. “You should eat well while you can. The world’s about to get very… hungry.”

He laughed, awkward. “You’ve lost it.”

I took a step back, hands in my jacket pockets. “You’ll see.”

By the time I turned the corner, my phone buzzed. Another order.

Another address.

Hers.