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Chapter 7Leora’s povAdrian glanced at me, one hand resting on the steering wheel. For several seconds, he said nothing. Then a faint irritating smile appeared on his face.“Would you feel safer if I said no?”I stared at him. “You know what? Forget I asked.”“Gladly.”I turned toward the window, still heaving my shoulders from the earlier shock, while wondering how I had once fallen in love with this infuriating man. The Adrian I remembered had been gentle, patient, and almost ridiculously sweet. This version seemed to take pleasure in making me miserable.I tuned in the radio and listened to the news.“….advice everyone to remain indoors and avoid contact with anyone with any type of cuts….”The usual drill that does little to no help.I rubbed my temples and shut my eyes, taking a deep breath.Before I could sink deeper into my thoughts, a familiar chime sounded inside my head.[Ding!]I straightened immediately.[Emergency Mission Activated!][Objective: Reach the designated emer

Chapter 6Leora’s povI screamed, stumbling backward as its bloodied fingers reached for my face, its rotten breath hit me before I could move, and I squeezed my eyes shut, certain that I was about to die for the second time.So much for a second chance.A gunshot exploded beside my ear.The zombie's head snapped backward, splattering blood across the wall; its body collapsed at my feet, and I stood frozen, staring at the lifeless creature.“Are you planning on standing there until another one eats you?” Adrian’s furious voice snapped me out of my daze, and I turned toward him. My chest heaving.“Untie my hands!”“Not happening.” He retorted.“Are you insane? There’s a zombie in front of us!”“And yet you’re alive, how unfortunate that you haven’t learned to follow instructions.”I glared at him. “You kidnapped me, dragged me into his bunker, and tied my hands behind my back! What exactly do you expect me to do?”“Start by answering my questions."“Only God knows what’s in those tube

Leoras pov“Adrian?”The name slipped out before I could stop myself.He stared at me without a trace of the warmth I remembered. The man who had once looked at me as though I were the only woman in the world he loved, down-to-earth, now regarded me like a stranger who had inconvenienced him.“Don’t call me that like we’re old friends.” He picked up his mask. “Where are the cartons?”My chest tightened.Three years ago, Adrian had begged me not to marry Ken. He had shown up at my apartment in the middle of the night, stood in the rain outside my gate, and asked me to give him one reason to stay away from me.I’d given him one; I told him I loved Ken.Then I’d watched Adrian walk away, believing I would never see him again; now he was standing in my bedroom, armed and demanding answers.“I told you, I don’t have your cartons.” I pressed my lips together.I didn’t expect a good guy like him who had been so full of life to become a criminal… such a pity.He stepped closer. “I’m running o

Leora’s pov“Thirty days,” I muttered, staring at the growing pile of supplies in my storage facility.I had spent the past week buying food, bottled water, medicine, batteries, cooking oil, canned goods, and everything else I could afford to stockpile without attracting unnecessary attention.It still wasn’t enough.I needed more food, better security, and a reliable means of transportation. I also needed to figure out how to protect myself and my unborn child once the streets became overrun with zombies.But I couldn’t do everything at once.For now, I had to focus on the essentials.A notification appeared before my eyes.[Ding! Your shipment has arrived.]Finally,I grabbed my keys and hurried outside. I’d ordered thousands of cartons of instant noodles from a manufacturer, and the delivery had arrived at the storage shed I’d rented under my great-aunt’s name.If everything went according to plan, I would transfer the shipment into my system storage and move it to my private bunke

Leora’s POV My phone rang just as I finished reviewing the list of supplies I needed to survive the apocalypse.‘Ken’s mother’ flashed across the screen. I almost laughed.Word travels fast in that family. Ken had probably spent the entire morning complaining about his blocked cards and the divorce papers I had thrown at him. Now his mother was calling to do what she had always done best— remind me of my supposed obligations to her precious son.I answered.“Leota, what exactly are you trying to prove?” She demanded without greeting me.I leaned back in my chair. “Good morning to you too, Mrs Sander,” I answered.“Don’t call me that with your current attitude! Ken told me everything, how could you humiliate your husband by blocking his cards and throwing divorce papers at him? Have you completely lost your mind?” She fired.“No, as a matter of fact, I have never been sane.” I retorted.“Stop acting like a spoiled brat! Whatever happened between you and Ken is a private matter, you do

Leora’s Pov“Mrs Leora?” A knock on my desk snapped me awake.“Mrs, Leora, are you alright?” Another of my students asked, her eyes widened in surprise.I jerked upright and looked around. “Where are the zombies?” My hands flew to my shoulders, then my legs, searching for wounds, my eyes wide in horrid fear.Nothing, smooth as a baby’s skin. Even my daughter wasn’t anywhere in sight.I was seated at my desk with rows of my third graders staring at me with wide eyes. “Ma’am?” A girl in front of my desk asked cautiously. “You’ve been staring at the board for almost five minutes.”I blinked, my eyes dancing to the date on the board.22nd of October 2026This was a month ago… before the apocalypse.I stumbled out of my chair and hurried past them into the bathroom, the moment I reached there, I gripped the sink, panting heavily.The face staring back at me was younger, my eyes bright and there wasn’t a single scar on my shoulder. I touched my cheek. “I’m alive?”My daughter! I grabbed my