Mr President, We Meet Again!

The apocalypse had come like a wild wave, swallowing cities, destroying homes, and turning ordinary people into desperate survivors.

With food becoming scarce and the weather growing colder by the day, everyone had sought comfort wherever they could find it.

After giving her entire strength to search for food and ensure she could provide for her husband and his family, Clara was met with the biggest heartbreak of her life.

Right when they were standing on the edge of the bridge, with the sound of approaching zombies growing louder behind them, everything she had sacrificed for suddenly meant nothing.

“I’m sorry, Clara. The wave is getting harsher, and winter is coming.”

Her husband, Nicholas, looked at her with no emotion on his face.

“Brenda here has a warehouse filled with food and things that would be enough for our family and this household,” Nicholas continued.

Clara only stared at him in confusion.

She slowly turned to Brenda, who clung to Nicholas like a fly on dead meat.

“There’s enough for each and every one of us, Nicholas! What are you saying?” Clara waved her hand in annoyance. “Being around does nothing. If Brenda has a warehouse, why do I have to leave?”

“Nicholas. I saved you from bloodthirsty zombies. Is this how you freaking repay me?”

Clara was livid, and the veins on her forehead popped as she glared at the man she had once believed she would spend the rest of her life with.

Nicholas frowned.

“You are making such a big deal, Clara. If you saved me from those zombies, then I’m sure you can do this all by yourself. You don’t need us.”

He said this as though her sacrifices meant absolutely nothing.

He wrapped an arm around Brenda’s waist and carefully guided her through the bridge.

Clara’s mouth hung open in blatant surprise, and her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

She didn’t even know what to say.

Were these the people she had fought for?

When her brother had been close to death, she had saved Brenda because Nicholas had promised to go back and save her brother.

But they had only met his zombified body.

Everything was beginning to unfold before her eyes.

And right before her very gaze, Nicholas cut down the bridge.

The loud crash echoed through the ruined surroundings, leaving Clara stranded on the other side.

“We can’t afford you following us, Clara. I hope you understand,” Brenda said coldly.

“You have no ability, so you’d only be a hindrance to us. I hope you survive on your own.”

Just like that, Brenda turned around, and so did the rest of the family.

Even her mother-in-law, who had always praised her skills and depended on her whenever things became difficult, left her standing there without even looking back.

The zombies were gaining. There was no way to escape.

Clara clenched her fists as tears blurred her vision.

“Damn you, Nicholas!” She screamed, attempting to let out all of her pain and anger.

But the scream only attracted more zombies.

She didn’t care any longer. If she had another chance, she would live for herself.

She would only help people who helped her first.

And she would never allow anyone to take advantage of her kindness again.

At that moment, the zombies launched themselves at her.

Their filthy hands grabbed different parts of her body, pulling her in different directions as their rotten teeth sank into her flesh.

Pain exploded through her body, then everything went dark.

Suddenly, fresh air moved through Clara’s nostrils, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared at the familiar ceiling above her.

She sat upright, touching her body in disbelief.

“I’m alive.” She muttered, turning around and taking in her current environment.

How was she back in her previous room?

Before she could fully process what was happening, the door to the room opened.

Nicholas walked in, a crook smile on his handsome face.

“Babe, you remember what you promised me. You said you’d give me five million dollars today to get that designer suit I was admiring at the boutique.”

A sudden sense of disgust rose from Clara’s stomach, but she maintained a stoic expression.

The man who had betrayed her for another woman was right in front of her.

She remembered this day like it was yesterday.

In her last life, Nicholas had asked for this amount, and he had sent the money to Brenda while completely shutting Clara down when she questioned him about it.

“Nicholas, please move back. You are too close to me.”

Clara said, gripping the bridge of her nose as she rose to her feet.

A confused look appeared on Nicholas’s face. He didn’t know what had gotten into her.

Normally, she would have hugged him and pulled him closer while begging for a kiss.

“Baby. Are you still going to give me the money?”

Nicholas asked, coming closer to her.

In his mind, he assumed she was merely playing hard to get, so he placed his arms around her.

Clara flinched and instantly pulled away from him.

“Nicholas, please.” Her voice was raised this time.

“Clara, what’s the problem? You are acting a bit differently.” Nicholas raised a brow.

This was the first time she had acted this way, and it made him worried. Did she know something?

Clara shook her head.

She was just about to speak when a screen suddenly flashed in front of her.

[System Binding Complete.]

[Apocalypse Re:Life.]

[Dear Host, you have three days until the apocalypse begins.]

Clara frowned.

This was the first time she was seeing something like this, and it almost made her curse.

“Clara.”

Nicholas called again, waving his hand in front of her face.

Why had she suddenly gone blank?

Clara turned her gaze toward him.

The urge to get rid of him instantly swelled inside her, but she didn't plan to make it easy for him.

“I'm sorry, Nico.”

She called him by the nickname she had given him, even though she knew he hated it.

“But I don’t have that much money on me right now.”

She feigned a sad look.

Annoyance appeared on Nicholas’s face for a brief moment before he instantly switched it to a confused expression.

“But babe, you said you had it yesterday. You know I would pay you back.”

Clara nodded her head.

“I know you will.” She lied.

Nicholas never paid her back.

All those times she had given him money, he would always try to wave it aside with a few displays of affection, and because she loved him, she had always allowed it.

Now that she thought about it, she had been quite foolish.

“Clara. You know—”

Nicholas began, but Clara raised her hand, shutting him up instantly.

She gave him a sweet smile.

“Nicholas. As much as I’d love to sit down and listen, I need to go do something. So when I get back, please let’s talk about this.”

Without waiting for a response, Clara moved past him, slightly brushing his shoulder as she walked out of the room.

According to the screen in front of her, she had three weeks.

And according to her previous memories, she also had a good amount of money in the bank.

She still had time. Three weeks was enough.

She just needed to make sure she didn't waste a single second. This would be the last time she would let anyone take advantage of her.

Not Nicholas.

Not Brenda.

And certainly not his selfish family.

This time, Clara would prepare for the apocalypse alone.

And anyone who wanted to survive alongside her would have to prove that they deserved a place in her new world.