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Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...

"Has raisins... Gross." I opened the basically empty fridge. "Well, we don't even have milk, so cereal's out of the question... But I'm not gonna eat expired granola bars. Let's just order something again?" "You're never gonna survive a zombie apocalypse if you care about expiry dates." Admonishing me, she clicked her tongue. "Like trust me, if the world as we know it was ending tomorrow, you're gonna have to learn to eat anything." "Uh-huh, says the vegetarian."

He always had plans ahead of Miller. Arrived in the library, Vincent intentionally put Cedric;s wheelchair in certain position. Then, Vincent told Cedric to wait for a bit because Vincent wanted to look for the book on the other area. Last night, Vincent has prepared something like a trap in the library. He has put marking on a book. If he pulled the book, a string will triggered and would lead one bookshelf to lose its balance. The direction of the falling bookshelf would be where Cedric was staying right now.

and asked me to pour in every cent I had saved since graduation—to build a safe haven for all of us. They swore they and my "sister" would contribute everything too. That we would work together as a family and survive the crisis side by side. I believed them. I emptied myself dry—built the strongest bunker and stockpiled enough supplies to last all of us ten years. And they? From start to finish, they didn't contribute a single cent. On the very first day of the apocalypse, while moving the final batch of supplies, I suffered severe heatstroke and nearly collapsed. When I went to the warehouse to get a can of emergency medicine, Denise stopped me.

In addition, you must also survive in this post-apocalyptic world; otherwise, you will die in this frozen world. The broad smile on Poppy's face slowly disappeared from her lips, replaced by a look of disbelief. "No way! How can I still have to survive after dying so tragically before!” Poppy fell to the ground in a pile of snow, running her hands through her hair in frustration. [Host, there is no need to be afraid. The System will help the Host survive in this apocalyptic world.] “What exactly can you do to help me?” Poppy became curious about what this entity, calling itself the System, could do to help her survive.

Honestly, it scared me… “ I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to laugh… It’s just these last 4 days, we didn’t know if we were going to lose you, we thought we’d never find Mrs. Martinez’s body, but eventually we did. We all thought she was sick, and couldn’t make it out of the bed, but she was in the living room right next to the kitchen and the fireplace. You flew back so far and hit your head. I don’t have a lot of medical equipment here and so we all just took turns gathered around you watching over you. Honestly I am glad you brought the medical supplies you did. It has definitely helped you. As far as Mrs. Martinez… She wasn’t so lucky.” Allison POV

Rage points +200! [Congratulations to the host for receiving the rewards: 50 infinite rechargeable heating pad and max combat proficiency.] A warm current spread throughout my body, and I felt my muscles filled with strength. Great, the first night of the apocalypse was peaceful. However, I could not be careless because after the extreme cold came a more terrifying zombie outbreak. People who froze to death on the roadside would stand back up with twisted limbs, biting at anyone they saw. Uncle Adam's family was indeed lucky. They abandoned the car and fled back to their upscale neighborhood.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Not even after death. Ten years in the apocalypse were brutal. Surviving alone was hard, but running from an obsessed brother with powers was another kind of hell. Vera learned to sleep lightly, hide her tracks, lie with a straight face, fight dirty, and leave before anyone could decide she was useful enough to trap. She killed zombies, mutants, mutated animals, and people who had stopped being better than the dead. She survived heat, cold, hunger, poison rain, infected wounds, broken shelters, and nights when she had to stay awake because the scratching outside the walls did not stop.