After Eric sent the photo of Yvonne's death in the residents' group chat, the previously quiet group erupted into chaos.
[What? You killed her?]
[My God, Eric, how could you be so heartless?]
[Isn't anyone going to do something? Call the police and have this murderer arrested!]
[Forget it. The police are already overwhelmed dealing with the zombies.]
As he read the barrage of heated criticism directed at him, Eric simply shook his head.
It was only the second day of the apocalypse. The federal situation was still unclear, and many people had food supplies at home, so most were clinging to hope and trying to maintain some semblance of civilized order.
But Eric knew things would soon take a turn for the worse. Under the relentless pressure of the apocalypse, killing—and far worse—woul
