When the zombie apocalypse broke out, I was watching my former bullies turn on each other from the comfort of my cozy, climate-controlled underground bunker. I felt a surge of satisfaction as I snapped a picture of myself enjoying a hot pot meal while my little dog happily munched on a juicy steak beside me. “Want some?” I posted in our class SnapChat group, watching their reactions evolve from threats to desperate pleas. I only replied with one sentence: “Dream on, idiots.” October 21, 2025. It was the third day of the zombie outbreak, and the fragile order at school had begun to crumble. On the first day, the school had hurriedly summoned students to a designated “safe room,” offering a brief respite from the chaos outside. They provided us with a week’s worth of food. But human nature is unpredictable. Many people, in their desperation to survive, began stealing food. As supplies dwindled and we lost contact with the outside world, fear took hold. What started as unity quickly devolved into the worst of human nature. People began fighting over who ate how much. Today was no different. “Let Aria go outside to get supplies. She’s fearless, aren’t you, Aria?” Vanessa’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, but in the eerily quiet room, it seemed to echo. All eyes turned to me. “Yeah, Aria’s dad was a psychic or something. She’s probably not scared of those things,” someone chimed in. “She’s pretty big too. She could probably carry back a lot of stuff.” The voices grew louder. They stared at me, speaking casually, but their eyes were full of threat. They seemed to have forgotten that I was just a girl. Before I could react, someone pushed me towards the door, feigning encouragement: “You can do it!” I looked at the horde of zombies outside, then back at the people inside. Their expressionless faces were more terrifying than the zombies. They shoved me out the door. I tried to resist, but the commotion attracted nearby zombies. They lurched towards me as the people inside held the door shut. I saw Vanessa’s smug smile as she watched me. I turned and walked towards the zombies…
The pain jolted me awake. I suddenly stood up. The whole class turned to look at me, accompanied by some snickering. “Aria! What are you doing?” The English teacher’s voice pierced my ears. I was still processing the vivid sensation of being torn apart by zombies. Looking at the familiar classroom, I wondered if it had all been a dream. A familiar, nauseating voice spoke up beside me: “Teacher, Aria’s dad was some kind of psychic who just died. Maybe he’s sending her messages from beyond.” The class erupted in laughter. “That’s enough! Aria, take your book and stand at the back of the class!” The English teacher slapped her desk loudly. I obediently took my book and walked to the back of the classroom. I was still thinking about that dream. If it was a dream, it felt too real. The sensation of being ripped apart by zombies still lingered on my skin. As soon as class ended, I rushed to the bathroom with my phone. There was no news of zombies in the country yet, so I searched foreign platforms for related information. Sure enough, I found something about zombies. In the video, a man staggered towards the camera. He was covered in blood, his face unrecognizable. The visible parts of his skin were mottled with black and blue veins. I was certain – he wasn’t human. He was a zombie. Exactly like the ones in my dream. I confirmed it then – I hadn’t been dreaming. I had traveled back in time. I exited the page and checked the date. September 28, 2025. One month until the zombie outbreak. I had to find a safe place within this month. Knock knock knock! Someone was pounding on the bathroom door. “Aria, hurry up and come out!” It was Vanessa. I remembered everything she had done in my previous life. It was just like her to do such things. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. It wasn’t time yet. I walked out to see her and her two sidekicks. Vanessa raised her hand and slapped me, then spoke coldly: “You’re so slow. Be quicker next time!” “Taking so long in the bathroom, maybe a ghost was pulling you down,” one of her minions sneered. “How could she be afraid? Maybe she inherited her dad’s psychic powers!” Vanessa laughed, her eyes full of mockery. They said I wasn’t afraid simply because my dad had been a psychic. My mom died when I was young, and my dad had raised me alone. I was never ashamed of his profession, but I always avoided the topic around my classmates. Then my dad died of stomach cancer, and my homeroom teacher brought Vanessa to visit me, pretending to care. When I returned to school, I became the target of everyone’s mockery. They didn’t seem to care that I had become an orphan. They just thought it was fun. Led by Vanessa, they threw balls at me during PE class. One person started it, then more joined in. They poured toilet water into my water bottle. They smeared glue on my chair and wrote disgusting things on my desk. I tried to tell the teachers, but each time it only led to worse bullying. Some people, when subjected to this kind of treatment for a long time, choose to silently endure it. I was one of them. I ignored them and walked straight out of the bathroom. Their vulgar insults grew louder behind me. I went directly to the teachers’ office to find my homeroom teacher. “Teacher, I’ve been feeling really unwell lately. I’d like to take a few days off,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. I knew very well what I was shaking about. In my previous life, my ending was a tragic death. This time, I absolutely wouldn’t let that happen again. The homeroom teacher noticed the red mark on my face, probably thinking I had been self-harming. She took out a leave request form, approved a week’s leave for me, then told me to relax for a few days before coming back. I took the form, thanked her, then turned and walked straight out of the school. I had no intention of returning to that nightmarish class.
They all knew Vanessa was bullying me, but not a single person came to help me. I’m not a saint. I just wanted to get away from these people. Their lives or deaths were none of my concern. I walked out of the school gates and took a taxi home. My dad was a psychic who had helped countless wealthy executives. These people all had one thing in common – they were very generous with money. Over the years, my dad had also saved up a considerable sum for me. I entered the house and took out the two bank cards my dad had given me before he died. He told me one card contained the money he had saved for me over the years, and the other was a large insurance policy. After his death, the insurance company would pay me a million dollar benefit. Together, they totaled 1.7 million dollars. At my dad’s funeral, all sorts of people came to pay their respects. Their careers had all benefited from my dad’s help to some degree. Seeing that I was alone, they discussed among themselves and decided to leave me an education fund. Initially, I didn’t want to accept this money, but they were very insistent, demanding that I take it. Now I had to thank them for leaving me $300,000. I looked at the modestly sized house before me. Though small, it was in the city center, so the price was certainly not cheap. I couldn’t live in a house in the city center. I had to sell it and find a new place to settle down. I quickly contacted a real estate agent and asked them to help me sell the house within three days. I didn’t mind if the price was lowered. Next was finding a place where I could safely lay low.
I took out my phone and searched for houses in the suburbs. I thought that maybe if I got away from the city center to a sparsely populated area, there would be fewer zombies. Opening a certain app, I searched for suburban houses and was surprised to see an old bunker for sale. I immediately decided to buy this bunker. The bunker was spacious, definitely cool in summer and warm in winter, and much cheaper than a small villa in the suburbs! I contacted the seller right away, saying I wanted to buy it immediately and needed to see it now. To avoid attracting attention, I lied to the seller, saying I wanted to develop it into a weekend getaway. I told him it was a secret project and asked him not to tell anyone. Seeing how decisively I bought it, the seller sincerely promised he wouldn’t let anyone else know. Soon, I signed the purchase contract with the seller. Now there were 29 days left until the zombie outbreak. I had found a safe house, and next was to fill my safe house. After two busy days, I finally started furnishing my new home. I was too afraid of anyone knowing my address, so I contacted the largest construction market in the neighboring city and told them my requirements. Replace the entrance door with the best security door, and install three layers. Build a two-story small villa inside the bunker, to be completed within 10 days, using the best materials for all the hard decorations. The renovation foreman looked at me in confusion. I lied, saying I was building a private luxury hotel here and needed to protect the guests’ privacy. I was paying a high price, which immediately silenced any further questions from the renovation foreman. He just smiled and said, “Rich people really know how to play.” In my previous life, I died early and didn’t know how long this zombie apocalypse would last. To ensure I could live comfortably, I started buying in bulk. The zombie outbreak would definitely lead to power outages, so I immediately ordered 50 solar power banks. Cooking would also be an issue, so I bought 100 bottles of propane and stoves. To avoid any accidents, I needed to buy 50 boxes of charcoal. The bunker was still being renovated, so for now I was just buying daily necessities, self-defense items, and entertainment. I sat in my room thinking about what else to buy. Toilet paper always seems to run out without notice, so I bought 2,000 packs, and 200 boxes of sanitary napkins. Since I wouldn’t be able to go out once the zombies came, I bought 5 sets of pajamas for each season – spring, summer, fall, and winter. For underwear, laundry detergent, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, shower gel, facial cleanser, and skincare products, I bought enough for three years in one go. Looking at the list in my notes, I fell asleep peacefully, planning to go to the wholesale market first thing in the morning.
On the third day after my rebirth, the first thing I did when I woke up was check the time on my phone. I was still afraid that my rebirth was just a dream I had before dying. Seeing the date on my phone, my anxious heart settled down. I quickly got up and got dressed. On the way to the wholesale market, I passed by a breakfast shop I often ate at. I went in and ordered my favorite breakfast, savoring every bite knowing these meals would soon be rare. I quickly arrived at the wholesale market and bought everything on my list from yesterday, telling the merchants to deliver in a week. Seeing how much I was ordering, the shop owner’s smile never left his face. Just as I finished buying everything, I got a call from the real estate agent. “Hello, Ms. Collins. The house you asked us to sell has a buyer,” the agent said excitedly. “Can they pay in full?” That was my main concern now. I knew a house in the city center wouldn’t be hard to sell, but what I needed now was cash. The agent’s voice became even more excited, “Yes, we found a buyer who can pay the full amount in one go.” I breathed a sigh of relief and continued, “Alright, you can handle the rest then. I’ll move out of that house within a week.” After hanging up with the agent, my phone vibrated with an incoming message. It was from an unknown number: “Aria, don’t think you can escape my grasp just because you’re on leave. I know your home address. I advise you to come back soon. Without you around, we have no one to play with.” Looking at the content of the message, I knew without thinking that it was sent by Vanessa. Perhaps due to the physiological fear I always had of her, my hand holding the phone still trembled involuntarily. She said she knew my address now, and I had nowhere to hide at the moment. Thinking of the safe room the school arranged for us in my previous life, an idea came to mind. I’d return to school in a couple of days. Two days later, having dealt with the house issues (the house had been sold and I was temporarily staying in a hotel), I returned to school with just a few belongings. Sure enough, as soon as I entered, I received Vanessa’s “welcome ceremony” – a pile of garbage fell on me from above the door. No one in the class helped me. They even thought it was funny. They mocked me, laughing at my disheveled state. I clenched my fists. Just endure a little longer, I told myself. They would soon face their retribution. I walked to my seat. Just as the bell was about to ring, I left the classroom with my backpack. I knew they would definitely tell the teacher, but I didn’t care. I went directly to the so-called safe room, which was actually just the school’s large auditorium. It was a temporary safe room set up by the fire department. After doing this, they left to rescue others. I entered the auditorium. It wasn’t very large – in my previous life, only about 80 people from the whole school survived. Many teachers, for the sake of their families, ran straight home, only to become zombies on the way. Some teachers stayed behind with the soldiers to maintain order. Scenes from my previous life kept flashing through my mind. It was here that they pushed me out. I opened my backpack and installed ten hidden cameras in different inconspicuous places. Satisfied with my work, I left the school. Just as I stepped out of the school gates, I received a call from the renovation foreman saying that everything I had requested was completed and they had already cleaned up. They were just waiting for me to come and check. Because I paid a high enough price, everyone’s work efficiency was very high. I couldn’t help but think to myself: Money really is good. I called the wholesale market owner, telling him they could deliver the goods tomorrow. The owner on the other end of the phone, hearing it was me, quickly agreed with a smile, saying they would definitely deliver tomorrow. Next was stockpiling. I first went to a furniture store and bought a lot of soft furnishings. Since the money from selling the house – $1.2 million – had been credited to my account, I could spend freely to meet my needs. I bought the best sofas, beds, and other furniture. Then I went to an electronics store and bought two laptops, three tablets, and 50 power banks. After that, I took a taxi directly to the bunker. When I stepped into the bunker, I couldn’t help but marvel – money really can make anything possible. I was very satisfied. I added another $1000 bonus for each worker. They were all quite embarrassed, saying this was just their job. Seeing their reactions, I couldn’t help but give them a word of advice. “Guys, with the pandemic flaring up again, you should stock up on supplies at home. I heard the neighboring city’s outbreak is recurring.” I glanced away, trying to sound casual as I said it. I couldn’t save everyone. In my previous life, I died at the hands of others. This time, I had to protect myself above all else. After seeing off the renovation team, the people from the wholesale market and furniture store arrived next. Seeing such a large operation, I used the same excuse to fool them. All the items I bought were now stored in this bunker. Looking at the room filled with my favorite furnishings, I suddenly felt very secure.
Now there were 10 days left until the zombie outbreak. I went to buy food that could be stored for a long time. As for vegetables and fruits, I’d have to wait a while before purchasing those. As I was walking down the hill, I saw two little dogs following me, wagging their tails. Looking at the two chubby puppies, I thought that maybe adopting them would be a good idea. They could add some joy to my life. I beckoned to them, and the two little guys came running over, one white and one black. They were so small that I could hold one in each hand. After settling the two puppies, I returned to the city’s largest farmers’ market. This biggest farmers’ market had everything you could think of. Anything related to food could be found here. Most importantly, no matter how much you bought here, no one would think it strange. This was exactly what I wanted. I bought 50 boxes of instant noodles, 100 boxes of cola, 10 boxes each of various canned foods, 100 bags of rice, 50 barrels of cooking oil, 10 boxes each of various dehydrated vegetables, 20 bottles each of seasonings, and lots of flour, noodles, peanuts, etc. Now it was time for my favorite snacks: 20 bags each of soy milk, black sesame paste, milk, and yogurt; 10 boxes each of chocolate, nuts, sunflower seeds, potato chips, chicken feet, jelly, pork jerky, beef jerky, and spicy strips. And for the two puppies’ food, 50 bags of 20-pound dog food, 20 cans of puppy milk, and 5 boxes each of various puppy foods. Watching the merchants load two large trucks full, I was very satisfied. I had the drivers head straight to the bunker. Fortunately, I used the same excuse, so these people didn’t say much. Seeing all these goods delivered, my heart gradually calmed down. Looking at the tightly closed door, I thought about installing some cameras outside as well, in case of any unexpected situations. Said and done, after categorizing all the items, I lay down on the bed and could finally breathe easy. Taking advantage of the current electricity and internet, I bought memberships for all video platforms and downloaded my favorite TV shows and movies I hadn’t seen onto the computers, tablets, and USB drives. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone suddenly rang. I looked at the caller ID – it was Vanessa’s number. I answered the phone expressionlessly. Contemptuous laughter came from the other end, as if showing off to someone: “See? I told you she wouldn’t dare not to answer.” I remained silent. The voice on the other end became more unrestrained: “Aria, did you forget the message I sent you the other day? Did you forget how much it hurt when you got beaten up?” I listened quietly, my hand tightly clenched into a fist, but my reason was still telling me that now wasn’t the time. When they were truly desperate, that would be the best moment to strike them down. Seeing that I didn’t speak, Vanessa became somewhat angry and frustrated: “Have you forgotten that I still have leverage over you? Bitch!” Hearing this, I couldn’t hold back anymore and retaliated: “Vanessa, have you forgotten that you’re already 18? If I report what you’ve done to the police, you’ll face criminal charges.” My voice was firm and strong.
Vanessa had repeated a year. She should have been a senior by now, but due to poor grades, she was forced to stay back. Also because of face issues, she took a year off, so she was still in the same freshman class as us. Hearing what I said, Vanessa stammered a bit, but to maintain her image, she still shouted back loudly: “Bitch, who do you think you’re talking to? Do you believe I’ll post your photos in the class group right now?” “Go ahead. Worst case, we’ll meet at the police station,” I said and hung up the phone. She wouldn’t dare post them. Such a person who only bullies others would be very afraid of facing any threat herself. I was confident she would be more afraid, so I was certain she wouldn’t post anything. Vanessa had photos of me. They called me to the bathroom, beat me repeatedly, then tore open my clothes and took pictures of me at my most vulnerable. At that time, I didn’t dare resist, silently enduring their torment, just because I had no family left. Now with zombies about to come, I wasn’t afraid of anything anymore. Thinking of myself back then, tears still fell. The two puppies seemed to sense something and came over to gently lick my face. Perhaps with the company of these two little ones, I quickly fell asleep. When I woke up, it was time for my final round of shopping. Still at that farmers’ market, I directly bought a whole cow, two pigs, 30 chickens, 20 ducks, and various frozen fish, shrimp, and frozen foods. After the merchants delivered everything, I looked at the two extra-large freezers now filled to capacity, feeling increasingly satisfied. The next few days were just waiting.
On the second day of holing up in the bunker, there were 5 days left until the zombie outbreak. My homeroom teacher called me. I hesitated for a moment but chose to answer the call. The homeroom teacher spoke cautiously on the other end: “Aria, are you feeling any better?” I knew she was afraid my emotions hadn’t settled down yet. I rubbed my nose and replied: “Teacher, I’m much better now. But I’d like to take another week off. I’ll study at home on my own.” Hearing that I would study at home, the teacher quickly stopped me: “No, no. Aria, what I care about is your mood, not your grades. Isn’t it better to start studying again after you’ve sorted out your emotions?” Hearing her caring words, my nose tingled. Since my dad passed away, no one had cared about my feelings like this. Relatives at home only feared I would become their burden, keeping their distance from me. With a slightly nasal voice, I said to the teacher: “Okay, teacher. I’ll adjust my emotions well.” The voice on the other end sighed in relief, gently saying: “Then you just rest well at home. If there’s anything, you can talk to me. I’ll hang up now.” “Teacher, wait!” I quickly called out. “What’s wrong?” I stammered a bit: “Teacher, the pandemic is recurring quite frequently lately. It’s best to stock up on some food at home.” The teacher chuckled lightly: “Alright, teacher understands.” After hanging up with her, I looked at the remaining cameras from last time’s installation. Even though the large door I built now was sturdy enough, I was still worried about the worst-case scenario, so I chose to install them at the entrance, to monitor the situation outside at all times. Said and done, I carried the two cameras out the door, with the two puppies trotting behind me. After installation, I checked my inventory of supplies again. Then I discovered the biggest problem – I hadn’t bought water! Heaven knows how devastated I felt at that moment. Looking at this open area, I wondered if I could dig a well. I immediately called the renovation foreman from before and asked about the situation. The foreman’s answer was that it was possible, and it would only take one day. With the zombie outbreak countdown approaching, I directly offered a high price for the foreman to come over immediately. Three hours later, the renovation foreman arrived with his tools, smiling at me and saying: “This tool works very fast, but the noise is quite loud.” I quickly told him: “It’s fine, foreman. Just do it. I’m in a hurry now, so it doesn’t matter if it’s noisy.” After hearing this, the foreman immediately got to work, and I watched from the side. I have to say, sometimes these tools are not only attractive to boys but also to girls. The two puppies, hearing the loud noise, quickly ran into the house, trembling. At 11:30 PM, water appeared in the well. I smiled happily. The foreman thoughtfully cut stones to surround it and set it up for me. I gave the foreman some extra money, but he waved his hand with a smile and left directly. After the foreman left, I began living a free and easy life in this bunker. Today I eat steak, tomorrow I eat lamb leg, feeling quite comfortable. Watching time pass bit by bit, I also gradually began to feel scared. Even though I had already experienced the zombie massacre in my previous life, I was still very afraid.
he day before the zombie outbreak, a video titled “Real-life Train to Busan” suddenly went viral. But it existed for less than a minute before being taken down. I knew this was the government’s method to stabilize public sentiment. My hand also began to shake uncontrollably, my whole body feeling cold. Seeing that something was wrong with me, the two puppies came over and kept nuzzling my hand with their heads. Feeling their warmth, I started to calm down. I opened the cameras I had placed in the safe room and checked if anyone was there now, but I saw a disgusting scene. During the evening self-study period, Vanessa and a senior boy walked into the auditorium. I knew this boy. In my previous life, he was the one who pushed me out with his own hands. I would recognize that face even if it turned to ashes. But I remembered this boy, Luke, had a girlfriend. His girlfriend even knew Vanessa. They were originally classmates in the same grade, but because Vanessa was held back, she ended up two years behind them. As soon as the two entered the auditorium, they embraced and entangled with each other. Luke pinned Vanessa against the door. This position happened to be right where I had installed one of the cameras. The two’s movements gradually quickened, and some unseemly sounds came from the screen. I nearly threw up. I always knew Vanessa was a disgusting person, but I really hadn’t imagined they would do such revolting things at school. Holding back my nausea, I made a video of them doing their dirty deeds, then listened to their conversation. Vanessa, panting, said, “Have… have you… told that… that bitch… clearly yet?” Luke, with a greedy and urgent tone, replied: “Her family has money. It’s useful to keep her around.” The two continued their sordid act, their voices rising and falling until they finally stopped. Vanessa lay in Luke’s arms, saying with lingering desire: “That’s good. I thought you had developed real feelings for her.” Luke kissed her once, looking displeased: “How is that possible? Her figure isn’t as good as yours, and she’s so prissy. It’s only because she has money, otherwise who would care about her?” Their whispered words made me feel sick to my stomach. Fighting the strong physical discomfort, I edited their video. To destroy a person, it’s not enough to just let them die. Death would be too easy for her. 12 hours until the zombie outbreak, I sat on the soft bed, watching the news outside. 10 hours until the zombie outbreak, zombies hiding in corners of the neighboring city began to emerge one by one, but there was still no movement in our city. 8 hours until the zombie outbreak, a video was sent to the phones of every student and teacher at the school, posted on each student’s phone, except for Vanessa and Luke, and their friends. 6 hours until the zombie outbreak, Vanessa arrived at school. Classmates looked at her with disgust, thinking that people had been pointing and whispering about her all the way to school. 5 hours until the zombie outbreak, Vanessa lost her temper in class, “Who the fuck filmed this!” Her phone received a text message that read: Vanessa, are you happy? 4 hours until the zombie outbreak, the dean of students burst open the classroom door. “Who is Vanessa? Come to the office with me! Bring your parents too!” 3 hours until the zombie outbreak, in the auditorium, Vanessa found Luke, her voice filled with panic: “Luke, what should we do?” Luke yelled at her, his face full of disgust: “What are you doing here? Don’t you think things are bad enough already?” Seeing Luke treat her like this, the panic on Vanessa’s face turned to ferocity, “Luke! You bastard! You enjoyed it when we were having sex, and now you’re disgusted with me?” Their argument grew louder. Luke’s girlfriend also walked over, her eyes filled with mockery, “I wondered who it could be. So it was you?” Her words weren’t strongly aggressive, but they were full of humiliation. Vanessa’s face alternated between white and red. 1 hour until the zombie outbreak, a man wearing hiking clothes appeared on the street in the city center. He walked unsteadily, slowly approaching the nearest person.
At first, no one noticed him. Until… he walked towards a girl listening to music and waiting for the bus at the bus stop, and bit into her neck. People saw his appearance. His eyes no longer had normal pupils, only whites with a slight blue tinge. The veins on his skin were prominently visible. He let out a scream among the crowd, his teeth shaped like a chainsaw. People screamed and scattered in all directions. He tore into the girl, swallowing her flesh bite by bite. Many people had already fled, but there were always some who weren’t afraid of death, taking out their phones to film. Perhaps having just received nourishment for his body, his movements began to become rapid. He ran to the person filming and directly bit into their head. The girl he had just eaten was now exposed to the bone, the flesh on her body rotting. But she actually began to move and crawl up. Time of the zombie outbreak. I sat in my safe house, watching different people’s perspectives on my phone.
Meanwhile, at the school, a scream broke the silence, also interrupting Vanessa and Luke’s argument. People who had fallen down on the playground stood up again one by one. They moved slowly but with consistent steps, walking towards the teaching building where many people were gathered. I turned on the cameras installed in the hall. The school acted quickly, already transferring some people to the safe room. Of course, among them were Vanessa and her minions, as well as Luke. I looked at the faces in the camera, the same as in my previous life, with one new face I hadn’t seen before. But I recognized that person, a classmate who had been bullied by Vanessa just like me. Goosebumps instantly covered my body. So my rebirth hadn’t changed anything. When I left, someone else took my place to suffer the same fate. Just like in my previous life, the school gave them the only food available and told them to wait for rescue in the auditorium. I couldn’t bear to watch some teachers, desperate to see their families one last time, rush out no matter what, deciding to do something more meaningful with the police. I switched the video feed to the scene outside the door. In my previous life, I had been sent to the safe room from the start, so I didn’t know what the outside scene looked like. The scene outside now looked horrifying. People on the streets had all turned into zombies, scattered here and there. Some gathered together, gnawing on a corpse, then separated, with the corpse joining the zombie group. Even though I was in a safe place, watching such scenes made my palms and back drenched in cold sweat. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if I had only thought this was a dream. Would I have suffered the same fate as in my previous life?
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