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"Zora! Are you even listening to me?"The loud voice cut through my head like a knife. I blinked hard. My grandmother stood in front of me, her finger pointed at my face. Her cheeks were red with anger.I looked around. This was my living room, the same gray couch, the same white curtains. My eyes moved to the calendar on the wall.October 3rd.My heart started to pound. Two weeks before the apocalypse. Two weeks before the world ended.I died. I remember it. The zombies tore into me, and the pain was everywhere. How am I back here?"Zora!" Grandma Ashworth slapped the coffee table. "Don't just sit there like a statue!""Mom, calm down." My father, Gordon, rubbed his forehead. "She heard you.""Did she?" Grandma folded her arms. "Your stepmother has treated you like her own daughter for fifteen years. Your brother just got a new job downtown. The whole family is moving to Pittsburgh. This apartment is perfect for us. And you dare to refuse?"My stepmother, Lorraine, moved closer and p

[Toilet detected. Original price: 315 dollars. Reward: 30 cubic feet of space.]"Store."I pulled hard on the wrench one last time. The bolts snapped loose, and the toilet vanished right in front of me. Only a dark hole in the floor was left behind.I sat back on the bathroom tiles, breathing hard. Sweat ran down my face, and my arms were shaking.In my past life, I could lift a grown man and throw him over a wall. Ten years of fighting zombies made me strong.I looked down at my thin arms and soft hands.My skills came back with me, but this body is still too weak. I need to start training right away.Maple poked her nose through the doorway and sniffed the hole in the floor. She looked up at me like she was asking a question."I know, girl." I wiped my forehead and stood up. "They think they can just walk in here and move in without lifting a finger? Dream on."I grabbed the wrench again."I won't leave them a single screw."[Wash basin detected. Original price: 210 dollars. Reward:

"Rent is seven hundred fifty dollars a month," the old woman said. She folded her arms across her chest. "Three months up front. Plus one extra month as a security deposit."I looked past her at the farmhouse. The white paint was peeling. The porch steps were crooked. But behind it stood a huge red barn with wide double doors, big enough to fit two trucks inside.That barn is exactly what I need."Mrs. Garrity," I said politely, "I'll pay you eight hundred fifty. But only for one month, and no deposit."She squinted at me. "One month? What do you need my farm for one month?""I just need it as a temporary warehouse.""No way." She shook her head hard. "Three months or nothing.""Then I'll look somewhere else." I turned and started walking back toward my car. Maple followed close behind me.One step. Two steps. Three steps."All right, all right!" Mrs. Garrity called after me. "Eight fifty it is!"I stopped and turned around with a small smile."Just don't mess up the place," she grumb