Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Among The Dead, The Zombies Apocalypse : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The last thing Maya felt was the jagged snap of her collarbone beneath the weight of a rotting, rabid jaw.She remembered the freezing rain blinding her vision, the slick asphalt burning against her torn knees, and the iron reek of human blood pouring down the gutters of Sector 4. She remembered clutching that tiny black medical pouch to her chest like a sacred relic—the medicine she had crawled through hell to retrieve for Adrian’s dying mother.And, above all, she remembered the smooth, pristine surface of Adrian’s metal door.The way it clicked open just enough for his hand to snatch the pouch from her trembling fingers. The soft silk robe wrapped around Vanessa as she stepped into view, a glass of wine held casually between her manicured fingers. And the cold, calculated weight of Adrian’s hand planted square against Maya’s shoulder.“Meet the love of my life, Vanessa. You were really useful right up to the end.”Then came the push. The fall. The sound of his door slamming shut an

The heavy autumn rain turned the pristine glass facade of the Sovereign Heights Residential Tower into a blurred silver sheet. Located in Sector 4’s most affluent district, the high-rise was a monument to luxury—and for the last two years, every single cent of its $8,500 monthly rent had come directly from Maya’s sweat and blood.In her past life, Maya had lived in a cramped, drafty studio apartment near the industrial docks while funding this exact four-bedroom penthouse for Adrian, his ungrateful mother Beatrice, and eventually, his mistress Vanessa. Beatrice had claimed her "weak heart" couldn't handle low-rise air quality, while Adrian had insisted he needed a prestigious address to "build corporate connections."Maya stepped out of the rear passenger seat of a black, bulletproof armored SUV.She wore a sleek dark leather trench coat, her black hair pulled back into a high, flawless ponytail. Behind her stood six muscular men in tactical Vance Security uniforms, their faces stern

The Sector 4 Mega-Wholesale Distributor was a cavernous beast of corrugated steel and echoing concrete, smelling faintly of burlap, diesel, and industrial bleach. It was the kind of place where ordinary people bought in bulk, but where billionaires bought in tons.Maya stood in the center of Loading Bay 4, her tailored black trench coat a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings. Before her sat a small mountain of wooden pallets. Fifty tons of polished white rice. Thirty tons of canned meats, vacuum-sealed vegetables, and powdered milk. Thousands of gallons of cooking oil and purified water. It was a foundational survival stockpile, costing her nearly four million dollars of her newly unlocked fortune. "Miss Vance," the regional manager, a balding man named Garris, wiped sweat from his forehead with a clipboard. "I gotta tell you, this is the largest single order we’ve seen in five years. But there’s a slight hiccup. My loading crew just hit their mandatory union break. They won’t

The digital clock on Maya's desk flipped from 11:59 to 12:00 PM.Her phone rang immediately. It was Arthur Sterling."Miss Vance," Arthur's crisp voice carried a note of cold amusement. "The emergency hearing has been called. Judge Harmon is on the bench. Adrian Blackwood's attorney just filed the freeze motion. Shall I destroy him now, or would you prefer to watch the live feed first?""Destroy him," Maya said simply. "And make sure it's public record."She tapped her tablet, pulling up the courtroom's live video stream. The Sector 4 Municipal Court was small but packed. Adrian sat at the plaintiff's table, his borrowed suit still wrinkled from the mud, his hair disheveled from the electric shock. Beside him, his weaselly lawyer, a man named Dirk Sallow, was arranging a stack of documents with theatrical confidence.On the defense side sat Arthur Sterling alone. He didn't have a stack of documents. He had a single, slim manila folder.Judge Harmon, a stern woman with silver hair and ze

The rain in Sector 4 was cold, but it was nothing compared to the chill in Adrian’s bones.He sat huddled under the narrow awning of a closed bakery, his stomach cramping with a hunger so sharp it felt like swallowed glass. It had been three days since the motel eviction. He had sold his watch, his designer jacket, and even his phone to buy cheap street food, but the money was gone now. He was wearing a thin, soaked t-shirt and a pair of borrowed sweatpants.He was twenty-nine years old, and he was literally starving on the sidewalk."Look at you," a voice sneered in his memory. Maya.Adrian’s jaw clenched. He hated Maya. But right now, his hatred for her was being eclipsed by a much hotter, more volatile emotion: jealousy.Across the street, the glass doors of L’Aura, the most expensive Italian restaurant in the district, swung open.Adrian’s head snapped up.Vanessa stepped out, laughing brightly. She looked radiant, wrapped in a cashmere coat that Adrian knew cost more than his mot