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Katie and Susan had given up, at least for now. Amanda picked up her phone. She stared at the screen for a long moment. Then she opened her contacts and blocked Katie's number. Then Susan's. She set the phone down again.Amanda pressed her hand against her stomach. She felt the faint warmth beneath her palm. She felt the life growing inside her. "I won't lose you," she whispered. "I won't lose you." She picked up the clipboard one more time. She had to finish the inventory. She had to make sure everything was in order because the apocalypse was coming. And Amanda was going to survive it.

Elena nodded. Once the family was back in the van, she explained one step at a time. “I lived through at least eight years of the apocalypse. First came the Floodfall, then the Megatsunami, the Inferno, and the Acidstorm. After that came Icebound, the Sundrought, the Everdark, and the Greatquake. “Our priority is stockpiling. Food, water, supplies, transportation, and everything we’ll need to survive each of those disasters. “After the world ends, everything falls apart. Factories shut down, society collapses, and everyone struggles just to survive. That means supplies won’t be made anymore—we have to buy everything now, while we still can.

Dante tilted his head, listening intently as he let out a low, questioning click. "The ice blizzards and this subarctic winter kept everyone from traveling, which means the cold probably killed off most survivors," Joanna continued, her tone turning serious. "But it also means anyone left alive right now will not be ordinary. Survival under these conditions requires serious power or serious resources. I want our base to know exactly who our neighbors are." Dante puffed his chest out to its absolute limit, shifting a few inches closer to the edge of the pedestal. He let out another deep, vibrating sequence of coos, fanning his tail feathers.

"Friday, seven in the morning. The first drop on the glass. By nightfall, every hospital in the city is full. People on the floors. People in the parking lots." Saturday the Internet dies then the phones next. "Saturday night. The last thing I saw online was a man on a roof, screaming at the sky." Sun down. Power out in Crown District first. "And Sunday." Her pen slowed. "Sunday, Sabrina knocks." She stared at the word she had just written. She did not underline it. She did not cross it out. She moved to the other column. Three days of groceries. Rice cooker. Candles. Phone charger. "That's it," she said. "That's everything I had the first time. Food for one person, and two more mouths on th

The few remaining heat signatures were scattered, isolated, fading fast. Survivors huddled in basements, in attics, in the ruins of their homes, their body temperatures dropping as they succumbed to the cold, the smoke, and the wounds inflicted by the horde.Maya took a slow sip of her coffee. The liquid was hot, bitter, and perfect.The initial wave was over. The infected had burned through their energy, driven by the biological imperative to consume and convert. Now, they were dormant, their bodies entering a state of hibernation as the pathogen conserved its resources.

"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!" I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life. My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect. In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives. And how did they repay me? My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress. His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me. I died beli

he asked. Amelia paused, a bag of frozen vegetables in her hand. She studied his lifeless-looking face before letting out a tired sigh. “The same way your girlfriend can sense the infected,” she replied. “And the same way you can still think and speak despite being infected. The apocalypse has changed people in ways none of us fully understand. We don't have all the answers, and most people wouldn't believe us even if we did.” He fell silent, taking in her words. After a moment, he nodded.

]⁠ ⁠[ONCE INJECTED, THE RECOVERING ZOMBIE MUST BE STORED IN CHAMBER 2 UNTIL FULL MUTATION REVERSAL IS COMPLETE. I stared at the floating interface, my brain struggling to process the absolute insanity of what I was reading. My blood... the key to ending the entire apocalypse?! I had spent days hoarding weapons, buying bulk ammo, and preparing to blast infected monsters into dust. Now, the System was telling me I held the ultimate cure in my veins—and I was built to heal them. "Wait a second," I demanded, narrowing my eyes at the screen. "What if I'm backed into a corner? Am I allowed to kill them at all?"

A bloodline that shouldn’t exist. I felt it too. The hunger. The rage. But I fought it. I knew I had to survive. Not just for me. Then one night, a power failure hit the sector, caused by a failed experiment. And I ran. I was the only one who made it out. I crossed frozen terrain on bare instincts, feeding on scraps, hiding from drones. Eventually, I made my way back to Setvastl. But it was gone. Nothing remained but ash and bones.

"I'm trying to help. The strain is unstable. If I could just run some tests—" "Tests?" Harrison laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You want to run tests on a billion-dollar project after breaking into a secure facility like some kind of criminal?" "I wouldn't have to break in if you would listen to me!" Violet's voice cracked. "I've been trying to tell you. The outbreak is coming. We have less than two weeks now, and if we don't—" "There she goes again," Alicia said softly, her voice dripping with false concern. She turned to Harrison, placing a delicate hand on his arm. "The apocalypse. The zombies. The rebirth. It's the same story over and over."