Briony
On day forty-three of the end of the world, my fiancée, Selena Reed, injected me with poison herself and left me outside the shelter.
She was wearing my hazmat suit, curled against Damian Hale, the man I had trusted like a brother. Damian took my storeroom keys and smiled down at me.
"You had everything handed to you from the day you were born. Too bad you were never any good at reading people."
Fallout rained down. Mutant beasts closed in through the black rain. I watched helplessly as they shut the iron door and survived on the supplies I had gathered.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back seven days before global nuclear war broke out.
This time around, Damian still played the concerned friend, offering $2.4 billion for my stake in the group, a stake worth $3.8 billion. Selena still talked to me sweetly over the phone about selling the company and taking her around the world.
They thought I did not know that the two of them had betrayed me long ago, and that together they had killed my father.
I did not call them on it. I only signed my name on the contract.
Seven days later, the company, the stock, and the mansions would all be worthless. Only cash could still buy food, medicine, weapons, and a fortress.
They took the shares and started planning the wedding of the century, waiting to watch me go broke. I used their money to clear out warehouses and turn a hilltop estate into a nuclear-proof fortress.
On the night of the wedding, the city's elite stood outside my door and laughed at me for hoarding canned food.
A second later, a strategic alert tore through the night, and the first warhead detonated high above the city.
Selena threw herself at the closing steel gate, covered in blood.
"Noah, save me—"
I watched her through the blast glass.
This time, I am your god!