Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH1

Chapter 1: Transmigrated

The moment Chu Yang opened his eyes, he came within an inch of kissing a face covered in rotting, peeling skin, complete with a stray eyeball dangling halfway down its cheek.

The creature dragged a mangled leg, bone fragments poking through the ruined knee, gurgling softly as it shuffled toward him. A nauseating wave of decayed meat and foul, fishy stench hit Chu Yang square in the face, nearly knocking him out cold on the spot.

Chu Yang froze, his mind completely short-circuiting.

Th-this… this is a zombie, right?!

Had a film crew wandered onto the wrong set, or had he fallen asleep and transmigrated to the wrong world?

His survival instincts kicked in before his brain could process the shock. Without a single word, he spun on his heel and broke into an all-out hundred-meter dash, his sneakers scraping against the ground as he sprinted for his life.

Glancing around, he realized he was in the middle of a massive, deserted sports ground with cracked running tracks. In the distance, several other equally gruesome figures were wandering aimlessly—some missing arms, others dragging broken limbs, their faces half-eaten.

Did I really just transmigrate into the apocalypse?!

The sheer absurdity made him want to scream at the sky. He had just paid three whole months of rent yesterday! His credit card balance was cleared, and he had even set up a dinner date tonight at that barbecue spot he had been craving for weeks. He had pre-ordered two skewers of grilled kidneys and three skewers of pork belly with the owner—and now it was all gone?!

To make matters worse, his frantic sprinting made too much noise. The zombies that had been shuffling around sluggishly suddenly perked up as if struck by adrenaline. In unison, their heads snapped toward him. Murky, dead eyes locked onto his moving frame, and they began stumbling in his direction, their wet gurgles making the hair on his arms stand up.

“Come on, move!” Chu Yang glanced over his shoulder. The closest monster was barely two meters behind him, its decaying hand practically brushing the nape of his neck. The foul, hot air from its mouth washed over him, turning his legs to jelly, but he bit down on his lip and forced himself to run even faster.

Yet no matter how hard he sprinted, the creature kept pace. The sickening scrape of its broken leg dragging against the pavement sounded like a countdown to his death.

Just as the gap closed entirely, a door on one of the single-story utility buildings by the edge of the field cracked open. A hushed, urgent voice cut through the air: “Chu Yang! Over here! Move it!”

Chu Yang instinctively looked over and saw a young man peeking through the narrow gap, frantically waving him inside with sheer panic in his eyes.

Chu Yang? Is he calling me? Is that my name here too?

Relying entirely on instinct, he cut hard to the side and lunged through the doorway. The person inside grabbed his arm, yanked him in, slammed the door shut with a loud crash, and threw the lock. A heavy wooden stool was shoved firmly against the handle a second later.

Chu Yang collapsed against the wooden panels, chest heaving painfully. His heart pounded so hard his ears rang, his throat burned like dry ash, and a sharp cramp tore through his chest. It took him a long time to pull himself back from the edge of sheer terror.

Only then did he get a clear look at his savior.

It was a guy around his own age, well over six feet tall, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a tight, sharp jawline that practically screamed “keep your distance.” Even with a layer of dust on his face and a shallow cut bleeding slightly near his temple, his handsome features were hard to miss.

Right now, however, the look on the boy’s face was a messy mix of anxiety, lingering fear, and undisguised annoyance.

“L-Lin Xiao?” The name slipped out of Chu Yang’s dry throat before he could stop it.

As soon as he spoke, he caught himself off guard. He didn’t know this person at all, yet the name and face felt deeply familiar, almost etched into his instincts.

Lin Xiao rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with heavy sarcasm. “Who else would it be? Did you lose your mind out there? Weren’t you so full of yourself, swearing you’d find your goddess Jiang Lin to play out some dramatic romance in the apocalypse? You weren’t even gone an hour before you came running back with a pack of zombies on your tail! Where’s your precious goddess? Didn’t she stick around to die with you?”

Chu Yang blinked, baffled. “Jiang Lin? Who’s that?”

Where did a goddess come from? He had been single his entire life; the only females he had ever spent time with were his grandmother and a neighborhood ginger cat that scratched him every time he tried to pet it.

Lin Xiao looked at him as if he were an absolute idiot, clicking his tongue in irritation. “Jiang Lin! The long-haired beauty from the music department! The one whose photo you kept tucked under your pillow like a prized treasure, smiling at it every single day while babbling about protecting her forever! Did you get scared so bad your memory wiped clean?”

Chu Yang’s heart skipped a beat. He forced an awkward smile that looked more like a grimace. “N-no, I’m fine. Just got spooked out there, that’s all. My head’s a bit foggy. Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll be back to normal.”

He slid down the wall until he hit the floor, shutting his eyes tightly to try and dig up some memories from this body so he could figure out what was going on.

Instead, a rush of his own past played through his mind: at five, fighting the neighbor’s dog for a pork bone and getting chased across three blocks, only to end up with torn pants and a scolding from his grandmother; at eight, climbing a tree to steal bird eggs, grabbing a harmless rat snake by mistake, falling straight down and bruising his tailbone for two weeks; at fifteen, staying up all night to write a love letter, only to accidentally slip it into the backpack of the boy sitting next to his crush, making himself the laughingstock of the grade.

Chu Yang snapped his eyes open, groaning internally. Aren’t these all my own embarrassing memories?! Where are the original owner’s memories? Help me out here, damn it!

He looked around the room instead.

It was clearly a school sports equipment storage room. A few dusty tumbling mats were piled in the corner, alongside a sad pile of deflated basketballs and soccer balls. The air smelled strongly of old rubber and stagnant dust, tickling his nose.

Grumble—

A loud, hollow rumble broke the tense silence.

Chu Yang pressed a hand to his stomach. It felt completely hollow, burning faintly from hunger, and his throat was parched.

Hearing the sound, the other boy in the room, who had remained quiet the entire time, slowly turned his head. He had a paler, more delicate look, though right now his skin looked sickly, his lips were cracked and peeling, and deep dark circles sat under his eyes.

The pale boy looked at Chu Yang in quiet disbelief. “Third Brother… you didn’t actually give that pack of biscuits and the bottle of water you saved to Jiang Lin, did you?”

Lin Xiao took one look at Chu Yang’s pale, starved face and scoffed, crossing his arms. “Little Bai, don’t bother asking. This idiot let love rot his brain. Let him starve a bit; maybe it’ll finally wake him up and show him who actually has his back in a world like this.”

Chu Yang was stunned. This guy really gave away his only survival supplies to a girl who barely cared about him?! What kind of hopeless simp was he?! And now, Chu Yang was the one stuck with the empty stomach.

Suppressing his frustration, Chu Yang licked his dry lips, looking at Lin Xiao with the most humble, pleading expression he could manage. “Brother Lin! Xiao! I know I messed up! It was completely my fault—my head wasn’t screwed on right. Please, have a little mercy. Is there… even a drop of water left? Or a tiny bite of anything? I’m starving to death here. If I don’t get something in my stomach, I won’t even live long enough for the zombies to break in.”

Lin Xiao ruffled his hair in frustration and gestured wildly around the barren room. “Water? Look around. Point to one corner where you can squeeze out a single drop! Food? I’m so hungry my stomach is glued to my spine. Those green gym mats are starting to look like matcha cake to me!”

The tiny spark of hope inside Chu Yang instantly died out.

Unwilling to give up, he turned his gaze toward the gentler-looking boy, Su Mubai.

Su Mubai gave a helpless, apologetic shake of his head. “I… I don’t have anything either. I ate the last few chocolate crumbs yesterday. I was trying to save them for an emergency.”

Silence settled over the room once more, broken only by shallow breathing and the occasional grumble of an empty stomach.

Lin Xiao let out a heavy sigh, his voice thick with exhaustion. “The supplies back in the dorm were only going to last two days at best. We tried slipping out to scavenge, but who knew those things had ears like radar? We practically crawled on our hands and knees, barely breathing, and they still picked up on us and chased us into this dump. We didn’t find a single useful thing.”

Chu Yang had zero memory of any scavenging plan—his entire experience in this world started with running for his life the second he opened his eyes.

He frowned, his expression grim. “So what now? We just sit here? If the zombies don’t eat us, starvation will finish the job.”

Food. Water. The thoughts raced frantically through his mind.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his eyes brightened. “Wait! Doesn’t the campus have a convenience store? Let’s head there! There has to be something left on the shelves.”

Lin Xiao looked at him like he had lost his mind completely. “Are you serious? We just fled from there! The place was completely flipped upside down. There wasn’t even a single stray snack or a spoiled drink bottle left, and you want to go back?”

Chu Yang fell silent. People moved fast when the world fell apart.

“Then… what about the cafeteria kitchen?” Chu Yang pressed, refusing to let go of the idea. “A cafeteria always keeps bulk stock, right? Rice, flour, cooking oil… what if there’s frozen meat or buns left in the walk-in freezers?”

Su Mubai spoke up softly, sounding cautious. “The small store was already wiped clean. A huge target like the cafeteria must have been raided even earlier. Would there really be anything left?”

Chu Yang slapped his thigh, determined. “What if there is? What if there’s a forgotten sack of rice in a dark corner, a stray pack of instant noodles, or some frozen chicken wings? We can’t just sit here waiting to die. We have to try our luck—anything is better than doing nothing!”

Seeing the desperate fire in Chu Yang’s eyes, Lin Xiao pressed a hand against his own aching stomach. A wave of reckless determination washed over him. He gritted his teeth and nodded. “Fine! Screw it. Better to go down fighting than to rot here as a starving ghost. Let’s do it!”

Su Mubai looked at the impulsive Lin Xiao, then at Chu Yang’s dead-set expression. After a brief pause, he gave a quiet, hesitant nod. “All right… but we have to be extremely careful not to get spotted again.”

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