Mag-log inMy boyfriend stole my last food and fuel, abandoned me to a zombie horde, and ran off with his mistress. Then I woke up three months before the apocalypse. This time, I’m taking everything for myself. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious Level-Up System, I escape to the mountains, build a fortress, recruit dangerous allies, and carve out a kingdom in the ruins of the world. Now the man who betrayed me wants forgiveness. Unfortunately for him, I’ve become far more dangerous than the undead.
view moreEvelyn stood in the ravine with rain misting her face and the black mouth of the culvert behind her, breathing hard, the cold having settled in her lungs. Rowan stayed between her and the opening, rifle still raised. Gabriel lowered Rusk carefully onto a patch of wet leaves while Dean paced in a tight circle, shaking water from one boot and terror from the rest of him.“I would like to file a complaint,” Dean said.Evelyn looked at him. “About?”“The tunnel. The voice. The hand. The concept of drainage. All of it.”“Filed.”“With urgency?”“Extreme urgency.”“Thank you.”Gabriel pressed a cloth to Rusk’s wound, his own sleeve dark with the patrolman’s blood. “We need Mrs. Carter.”Evelyn lifted the radio, hesitated, then unclipped it from her shoulder and held it away from her mouth.Everyone noticed.Rowan looked at the culvert.Gabriel looked at the radio.Dean stopped pacing. “Oh. Right. The evil echo problem.”Evelyn turned the volume down and pressed the button only once.“Warren
The word vanished beneath the rush of water.For one awful second, nothing moved inside the maintenance chamber. Rowan stood pressed close enough that Evelyn could feel the line of his body along her shoulder. Gabriel held his axe low, his flashlight angled toward the black passage. Dean kept his rifle trained on the darkness with both hands locked around it, the barrel trembling just enough to betray him.The yellow latch waited on the wall.Old paint.Rust around the hinges.A simple maintenance mechanism suddenly felt more dangerous than any weapon in the tunnel.From the dark passage, Vale’s voice came again.Not Vale.Something that was wearing the shape of her voice badly.“Southern access is clear.”The pauses were wrong.Rusk had been right about that.The voice knew the words, but not the breath between them. It flattened the command into sound without understanding the human rhythm underneath. Like a child repeating a prayer in a language it had never learned.Rusk began to
The wounded patrolman’s voice scraped through the maintenance chamber and seemed to vanish into the sounds of rushing water.No one touched the yellow latch.Gabriel’s hand remained half-raised toward it, fingers still, palm open. Slowly, he lowered his arm.Dean stared at the latch as though it had personally betrayed him. “I knew yellow was a suspicious color.”Rowan moved his light from the latch to the dark passage beyond the chamber. “What’s on the other side?”The patrolman tried to answer, but the effort folded him inward. He coughed once, wet and painful, then pressed his blood-slick hand harder against his side.Evelyn crouched closer.Not too close.His flare gun still rested against his thigh, and fear made people dangerous even when they were half-dead.“My name is Evelyn,” she said. “We came from the south ridge. Captain Vale sent us.”The man’s eyes sharpened despite the fever glaze. “Vale’s alive?”“Yes.”A breath went out of him.It might have been relief. It might hav
Evelyn stood before the black mouth of the southern culvert with Caleb’s flashlight cold in her hand and water whispering over stone at her feet. The sound from inside came again after several seconds.A faint metallic click.Then nothing.Behind her, Dean breathed out very slowly. “I would like to revise my earlier position on scouting. I now believe that scouting is a concept invented by people who hate staying alive.”Rowan did not look back. “Quiet.”“I’m being quiet emotionally. My mouth is adjusting.”Gabriel crouched near the broken grate, one hand resting against the concrete lip of the culvert. Moss clung to the old structure in thick green strips. Rainwater dripped from roots overhead and pattered against rusted metal below. His eyes moved over the collapsed stones, the bent bars, the scrape marks along the mud.“Someone widened this,” he said.Evelyn stepped closer. “Recently?”“Not today. But not last winter.”Rowan knelt beside the partial footprint near the waterline. “R
The forest swallowed them within a few paces.Not completely. Not enough to erase the convoy behind them. Evelyn could still sense the trucks through the trees, the dull shapes of metal and glass, broken apart by trunks and branches. But the road softened quickly, hidden beneath brush and shadow, a
The convoy moved north again.Evelyn sat in the back seat of the lead truck with Rowan beside her, Warren in front, and Caleb gripping the wheel like the road had personally insulted him. The body in the road disappeared behind them, bend by bend, swallowed by distance and trees, but Evelyn could s
Warren called everyone together near the gate a few minutes later.The settlement gathered in a loose half-circle, drawn by habit as much as command. Nobody looked comfortable. Some people stared at the ground. Others looked at the tower, the cabins, the fence, anywhere but at each other.Warren cl
Evelyn did not sleep. Not properly.She lay in the narrow bed inside her cabin with her eyes half-open, listening to the settlement breathe around her. Wood creaked softly as the night cooled. Someone coughed two cabins over. A lantern guttered outside, its low flame throwing faint amber light acro
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