Todos os capítulos de Reborn As The Zombie Queen: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

Lena (POV).If there is one thing worse than dying in a zombie apocalypse, it is dying in a zombie apocalypse because your boyfriend and your stepsister are cheap, scheming trash bags with the survival instincts of a drunk hamster."Lena, quick! Hand me the sports bag! I need to carry the protein bars so my arms stay limber for combat!" Ethan yelled over the roaring chorus of wet, gurgling moans echoes up the stairwell.I glared at him, clutching the heavy tactical backpack tightly against my ribs. "You haven't fought a single thing today, Ethan! You used an elderly neighbor as a human shield ten minutes ago!""I guided her into a strategic rearguard action!" Ethan shrieked, his voice cracking like a teenager going through a panicked puberty. "Now give me the bag!"We were trapped on the third-floor landing of the Grandview Residential Complex. Outside, the sky was a bruised, apocalyptic purple. Inside, the stairwell smelled like rotting copper, spilled gasoline, and utter desperation

If you ever find yourself with precisely one hundred and eighty minutes before the collapse of human civilization, I highly recommend skipping the existential crisis and going straight to grand theft pharmaceutical.I slammed my red Hyundai Elantra into park directly outside the sleek, glass-and-steel monolith known as Apex Bio-Tech. The building looked ridiculously innocent in the morning sunlight, complete with manicured lawns and a cheerful fountain. Nobody walking past had any idea that inside Sector 7, scientists were playing genetic roulette with human survival.I checked my phone.9:12 AM."Two hours and forty-eight minutes," I muttered, grabbing my heavy leather bag, a pair of heavy-duty wire cutters I’d pinched from my landlord's toolbox, and my absolute favorite claw hammer. "Time to go shopping."I bypassed the fancy revolving glass doors at the front entrance. Front doors are for people with appointments, security badges, and an appreciation for authority. Instead, I sprin

For about three minutes, the kitchen was so quiet you could hear the organic potato chips slowly crunching under Sera’s trembling knees.Ethan was flat on his back, hyperventilating so hard he looked like an asthmatic bellows. His eyes were wide, staring at me as if I had suddenly grown three heads, all of which were currently singing opera."You... you turned into..." Ethan choked out, pointing a violently shaking finger at my face. "Your eyes were like... glowing cherries! And your nails! You had demon claws, Lena! Demon claws!""I think the technical term is Evolved Cellular Mutation, Ethan," I said, leaning casually on my crowbar while tossing a packet of beef jerky up and down in my palm. "But sure, 'demon claws' works if you're writing a middle-school fantasy journal."Sera peeked out from behind the trash can, her pristine makeup now thoroughly ruined by mascara riverbeds running down her cheeks. "L-Lena? Are you... are you going to eat my brain?"I paused, looking at her with

If society is going to collapse into an unsanitary, flesh-eating free-for-all, the absolute least you can do is ensure your living room has adequate deadbolts and a fully functioning espresso machine.It was 9:00 AM on Day One. My apartment was officially free of cowardly ex-boyfriends, dramatic stepsisters, and uninvited undead guests. Now, it was time for home improvement."Step one of fortress construction," I announced to my empty living room, rolling up my sleeves. "Make sure nobody can open the front door without my explicit written permission, a notarized form, and a substantial entry fee."I reached into my spatial pocket dimension. SWOOSH.Out came a heavy-duty rotary hammer drill, three boxes of three-inch concrete anchor screws, two thick steel reinforcement bars, and four industrial-grade deadbolts I’d pinched from the hardware store during my two-hour pre-apocalypse shopping spree.For the next ninety minutes, I turned my entryway into a war zone of construction noise.DR