A.M.Betsy
During the pandemic, Meredith was trapped inside with her cheating husband and his mistress for four months of hell, before they eventually threw her out into the toxic fog to die.
When the world ended on New Year’s Eve, she caught her husband, Carter, and her best friend, red-handed. But before she could even face them, the world ended and they were all trapped in.
During those four months, they flaunted their affair and suffered Meredith’s four-year-old daughter.
For one agonizing year, one month, and two days, after her death, she was a trapped spirit. She watched her cheating husband, and her treacherous best friend, feast while her four-year-old daughter starved in the dirt.
She managed to burn through the last remnants of her spiritual tether to manifest a wish.
“If the heavens have any mercy, let me tear down every single person who starved my baby. Let me build an iron fortress where they crawl outside my gates like dogs, and I watch them starve!”
The universe must have heard her fury.
She snapped back in time—exactly ninety days before Day Zero.
Armed with an infinite system storage space, razor-sharp medical foreknowledge, and a heart frozen to absolute ice, “I’m done playing the victim.”
She hoarded supplies and quietly built the ultimate weapon: a fortified, high-end quarantine medical fortress.
When the global grid flatlines on January 1st, 2027, and the Ash Rot turns the outside world into a frozen, spore-choked mass grave, the tables turn permanently.
Now, the same arrogant elites who scoffed at her are freezing, starving, and crawling to her iron gates on their knees, begging for a single dose of medicine or a scrap of food.
Carter and Ann are hammering on her doors, weeping for mercy.
Her answer? Lock the gates.
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