Jessica and Her Mother's Desperate Struggle
To survive, that powerful man was her only lifeline.
Only by pleasing that Chinese man could she secure food and safety.
Even if she somehow broke free from her shackles now, what then?
She still couldn't escape this villa.
Zombies lurked outside, ready to tear her apart at any moment!
And if someone else rescued her, what good would that do?
In this apocalypse, what was she? A Hollywood superstar?
A world-class beauty? The dream girl of countless men?
In the end times, that was nothing but a joke!
Her beauty would only doom her to become someone's sex slave!
How could she guarantee that her rescuers would treat her well? That they'd give her enough food?
A stunning former star like her, stripped of everything with no means to protect herself—she'd be nothing more than a fucktoy in any man's eyes!
At least as this powerful Chinese man's sex slave, she had food and protection.
With other men, she'd be a sex slave too—maybe for a whole group of them.
And who knew if they'd even provide enough food or safety?
Human nature might seem decent in peacetime, bound by laws and morals.
But in this lawless apocalypse with no hope in sight, people's true, ugly selves would be laid bare.
Nicole Kidman, who had clawed her way through Hollywood's cutthroat world, knew it all too well: humanity was inherently evil!
The dark side buried in every heart would explode unchecked in this hopeless, rule-free hell.
Why waste energy falling into some other man's hands when she could accept reality, submit obediently, and become that Chinese man's slave?
Maybe if she served him devotedly enough, he'd treat her even better.
Nicole had absolute confidence in her beauty and cunning.
She believed that if she served him wholeheartedly and loyally—even a heart of stone would soften.
With that self-deluding thought, Nicole Kidman shifted her mindset: instead of dreaming of escape, she'd focus on winning that Chinese man's favor for a better life.
"As his bitch, what should I do?"
"As his sex slave, how can I please him?"
Nicole finally faced reality and began plotting every way to seduce Xiao Yi.
…
Night fell. While Nicole grappled with her decision, in a nearby villa, Katherine Qinsheng and Jessica Alba faced their own agonizing choice.
The last scraps of food in the house were gone.
They'd even stripped the front and back yards bare of roots and bark.
Staring at the final plate of roots on the table, mother and daughter clung to each other, tears streaming silently down their faces.
"Mommy… are we going to die soon?" Jessica Alba looked up at her mother through blurry eyes. "We can't even find tree bark or roots anymore…"
Katherine Qinsheng squeezed her eyes shut in agony, forcing a brave pat on little Jessica's back. Swallowing her tears, she mustered a strained smile. "No! Jessica, we won't die! Your daddy left you with me—I won't let you starve! Mommy will figure something out! Eat these roots now, and tomorrow, I'll find more food. With Mommy here, we'll get food, I promise!"
"No!"
Jessica eyed the plate of roots with disgust and shook her head firmly. "I don't want to eat these damn roots anymore—they taste awful! I'd rather starve than eat that! Mommy, you eat them. If you're full, you'll have strength to find food tomorrow!"
As Jessica pushed the plate toward her, Katherine Qinsheng's tears finally overflowed.
Days of half-starvation, surviving on roots and bark—it was all fueled by a faint hope that Jessica's father would return with food.
But now, their sole provider, her husband Mark Alba, was dead.
Katherine knew a frail woman like her couldn't survive this apocalypse with her daughter alone.
She'd considered suicide.
But gazing at her sweet, sensible daughter Jessica and recalling her husband's dying plea…
She couldn't do it.
Yes, she could abandon her own life. But Jessica was only twelve—the age when her most vibrant youth should begin.
She had no right, no heart, to leave her daughter to suffer alone in this brutal world.
After days of hunger, people would fight over leaves, let alone roots!
Katherine understood: her ever-obedient daughter was sacrificing their last food for her sake.
For her daughter!
She had to stay strong and live—no matter the cost!