Syrena Clayton
I died protecting the people who hated me.
For months, I used my survival system to build a safe base for my neighbors. I gathered food, strengthened the walls, enforced the rules, and kept everyone alive but it meant nothing.
When they decided a woman shouldn't lead them, they elected a ruthless man instead. My boyfriend chose my best friend. Then they threw me outside the gates.
I died surrounded by zombies.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back one week before the apocalypse. This time, I wasn't saving anyone.
I claimed the inheritance I'd once rejected, bought an unfinished luxury estate, and began building my own fortress.
Then I remembered the thousand experimental neural-control chips I had once been responsible for protecting.
If I could make them work, I wouldn't just have walls protecting me. I'd have an army of zombies.
My former friends came begging when the world collapsed but I shut the gates in their faces. Ex? Best friend? Get out.
In this life, I wasn't helping ungrateful people.
I was protecting myself. And maybe the handsome Doctor Tom Edwards.
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