FAZER LOGINI had just found out I was a perfect match and was preparing to donate a kidney to my wife’s foster brother. That night, he left his iPad in the living room, and the screen lit up with a chat history between him and a doctor. “Doctor Evans, whatever you do, don’t tell my brother-in-law,” the message read. “If his kidney is removed, his hidden heart condition will flare up, and he won’t last three months.” The next day, I decisively canceled the donation. My wife was furious, calling me cold-blooded and forcing me to sign a divorce agreement that left me with absolutely nothing. A day later, I overheard his smug laughter from outside his hospital room. “He’s so stupid,” Boyd said. “I just photoshopped a fake chat log, and he actually believed he was sick. Now, we’ve stolen his luxury penthouse, and we can finally be together out in the open.” My wife kissed him. “Good boy. I’ll buy you a better kidney on the black market later.” Standing outside the door, I sneered. Of course, I knew the record was fake. After all, I had just reincarnated from the future. In half a month, a zombie apocalypse would strike, and this toxic pair of secret lovers would not only steal my medicine but also throw me to the undead. This time, with only three days left before the city is overrun by zombies, I want to see something. I want to see exactly how many days a sick bastard without a kidney transplant and a heartless woman without any survival supplies can last inside my luxury penthouse.
Ver maisFollowing Chloe’s brutal demise, the horde in the corridor did not disperse. After consuming every shred of her flesh, dozens of zombies continued to linger right outside the luxury penthouse. They could smell it—the unmistakable scent of a living human drifting through the narrow gaps of the frame.Thud! Thud! Thud!The monsters began throwing their bodies frantically against the entrance.While the lock on this twenty-million-dollar high-rise was admittedly top-tier, it had received zero maintenance over the past thirty days, and its structural integrity had already been compromised by Chloe’s frantic battering. Under the relentless, day-and-night pounding of dozens of zombies, the metal finally let out an overwhelmed, screeching groan of structural failure.Crash—!With a thunderous roar, the heavy security door collapsed entirely, slamming violently down onto the marble tile of the foyer.A shaft of weak light from the hallway cut into the apartment, illuminating a space that
Chloe’s desperate howling echoed relentlessly through the dead silence of the corridor.She used her blood-soaked hands to slam frantically against the luxury penthouse’s security door. “Boyd! Open up! Open the damn door! I’ve been bitten—save me!” Chloe shrieked at the top of her lungs, her fingernails scraping against the reinforced iron, leaving jagged, crimson streaks in their wake.Inside the apartment.Boyd leaned against the foyer wall, his face turned completely ghostly pale as he listened to Chloe’s piercing screams and the violent banging on the door. Yet, his hands never once reached for the handle. Instead, he clamped both palms tightly over his own mouth, his eyes flickering with an unstable mix of paralyzing terror and absolute selfishness.“Open the door! Boyd! You piece of shit! I only went out there for your sake—how dare you lock me out?!” Chloe cursed maniacally from the hallway.Instead of yielding, Boyd dragged his bloated legs backward, inch by inch, retreati
Under the aggressive erosion of the virus and the violent stimulation of her near-death experience, a seal buried deep within her consciousness suddenly shattered. Countless fragments of a life that did not belong to this timeline flashed through her mind like a chaotic cinematic reel.It was the memory of her past life.She saw the first day of the apocalypse, where I had risked infection, charging downstairs with a baseball bat to scavenge a backpack full of food from the supermarket.She saw the days when water and food ran bone-dry, where I had forced the last half-bottle of water and a piece of moldy bread into her hands, while I grew so depleted from starvation I could barely stand.She saw the exact moment the zombies smashed through the barricade, where I had stood at the absolute front wielding a blade, screaming at the top of my lungs for her to take Boyd and run.However, the final frame of the memory froze on a cold, metallic security door.It froze on the image of he
Outside the heavy security door of the luxury penthouse.The emergency lights in the hallway had long since died from the power outage. The entire corridor was plunged into pitch-black darkness, and the air was thick with a sickening cocktail of putrid decay and the copper reek of fresh blood.Chloe leaned her back against the freezing concrete wall, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs as her legs shook uncontrollably from a mix of sheer terror and near-fatal starvation. Swallowing hard, her hands white-knuckled the kitchen knife. Guided only by the eerie, faint green glow of the emergency exit sign, she shuffled toward the elevator lobby one agonized step at a time.Crunch... Crunch...The sickening, wet sound of grinding teeth echoed from around the corner.Chloe froze entirely, cautiously poking half of her head past the drywall to look. There, right in front of the elevator doors, a zombie in a shredded business suit was crouching over a mutilated, unrecognizable


















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