In my previous life, when zombies overran the city, I went to save my parents and brother, only to be pushed towards the undead by them. Reborn, I decided to no longer care for them, letting them fend for themselves. I watched as my father turned into a zombie and was killed. My brother, in a desperate attempt to survive, even drank our mother’s blood. Finally, my brother knelt at my door begging: “Sister, please save me.” But I only sneered and slammed the door shut, leaving him to be devoured by zombies. “Come on, sis, have you been so immersed in your live streaming that you’ve become confused? You actually believe those ridiculous online news? I think you’ve really lost it,” Tyler’s voice on the phone carried a hint of mockery and dissatisfaction. I was momentarily stunned, trying to recall these familiar words. I… had actually been reborn! This sudden realization left me feeling a bit disoriented. I quickly adjusted my emotions and tried to respond in a casual tone, “Haha, you’re right. I was just being silly for a moment. It won’t happen again.” Tyler snickered on the other end of the line. Then, mom took over the phone, her voice tinged with reproach: “You really need to stop looking at all that nonsense online. Instead, why don’t you spend some time helping your brother find a job!” I absent-mindedly agreed to a few things, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. After hanging up, I fell into deep thought. The city I lived in was about to face an unprecedented disaster – a zombie outbreak. In my previous life, I had learned this shocking news from a friend working at a hospital in a neighboring city. He had warned me in advance, allowing me to prepare. At that time, although I was shocked, I quickly sprang into action. I told my family, urging them to prepare essential supplies for any emergency. However, my good-for-nothing brother scoffed at this, believing I was just being alarmist. My parents also believed his words, thinking I was making a fuss over nothing. Since they wouldn’t listen, I could only secure my own place, preparing a series of necessary supplies. But when the zombie outbreak actually happened, they called for help. Softened by their pleas, I decided to save them. I took advantage of noon, when zombie activity was at its lowest, to go to their place. Since my home and theirs were in the same community, separated only by a small garden, I thought there wouldn’t be any problems. However, just as we walked out of the building entrance, a group of zombies surged towards us. We panicked and ran towards my home, but just as we were about to reach my door, Tyler tripped and fell. Seeing the zombies getting closer and closer, I grabbed him and shouted, “Run!” But Tyler, due to his injured foot, was getting slower and slower, and the zombies were about to catch him. At that moment, Tyler suddenly used all his strength to push me towards the zombies. My parents, seeing this, hesitated for a moment, but as the approaching zombies drew near, they finally picked up Tyler and ran towards my home without looking back. I screamed in terror, struggling to break free from the zombies’ grasp, but to no avail… Finally, when they managed to run into my building, they shouted to me from behind the door: “Lena, we’re sorry… but your brother is the only son in our family, we must protect him…” At that moment, my heart felt like it was being torn apart…
The pain of being torn apart by zombies seemed to be imprinted on my soul, but compared to the physical pain, the wounds in my heart were even harder to heal. From a young age, I had lived under the shadow of my parents’ preference for boys over girls. Every bit of warmth and care in the family was prioritized for my brother. When I was little, because my brother loved cake, even on my birthday, the birthday cake that should have been mine was always devoured by him, while I could only watch silently from the side. After starting school, this unfair treatment became even more apparent. My brother could wear expensive brand-name shoes worth over two thousand dollars, showing off his “high-end” lifestyle at school. I, on the other hand, could only wear cheap shoes that cost a few dozen dollars, enduring the embarrassment of my shoes falling apart. Moreover, whenever classmates mocked me for being poor, my brother always pretended not to know me. When it came to the college entrance exam, a crucial moment that determines one’s future, I thought I could change my fate through my own efforts. But my parents, to save money, forced me to choose a ordinary local university that offered scholarships, making me miss the opportunity to enter a top university. As for my brother, even though his grades were terrible, they were willing to spend a huge amount of money and effort to pull strings and find connections, sending him to an expensive private university. After graduation, I made a name for myself in the new media industry through my own efforts and abilities, becoming a highly regarded live-streaming host. I earned my first bucket of gold and bought my own house. But when my parents learned that I had bought a house, their first reaction was not happiness or pride for me, but a demand that I also buy a house for my brother in the same community. They even threatened that if I didn’t meet their demands, they would let my brother move in with me and not leave. Standing by the window, looking at my brother’s home across the street, my heart was filled with complex emotions. Recalling their coldness and heartlessness towards me in my previous life, I decided that this time I wouldn’t care for them anymore, letting them fend for themselves. The threat of zombies was drawing nearer day by day, and I knew I had to act quickly. I initially wanted to leave this city directly, but suddenly realized I didn’t know how many cities this crisis would actually affect. If I went to an unfamiliar city and encountered the same crisis, it would be like going to my death. So I decided to stay. I needed to quickly prepare supplies and equipment to deal with the zombie crisis. Only then would I have a chance to survive.
First, I contacted a renovation company and commissioned them to renovate my home. Previously, due to the requirements of live streaming, my home had already been soundproofed. But in the face of the zombie threat, an ordinary security door obviously couldn’t provide enough protection. I asked the renovation company to install a sturdy bulletproof security door for me, and added an extra iron door behind it as a double safeguard. At the same time, to ensure absolute safety, I also replaced all the windows with bulletproof glass and installed iron bars on the inside. The renovation workers were a bit confused by these requests, so I had to make up an excuse, saying that my address might have been leaked during live streaming, and I needed to enhance security for safety reasons. Meanwhile, I started buying large quantities of daily necessities online. Rice, noodles, oil, toilet paper, mineral water, instant noodles and other supplies were essential. I also purchased enough vegetables and meat to ensure self-sufficiency during the crisis. Considering the limited capacity of the refrigerator, I bought another large freezer, sealed all the meat and vegetables in vacuum bags, and froze them. I also bought some vegetable seeds, planning to grow some vegetables at home for emergencies. To cope with possible power outages, I specially installed solar panels for my home. This way, even if the power was cut off, I could still meet my basic electricity needs through solar power generation. Throughout this process, I remained vigilant and low-key. After all, in a doomsday crisis, the dark side of human nature would be triggered, and I didn’t want my preparatory actions to arouse suspicion from others. I tried to make everything look like part of my daily life as much as possible. Even the delivery guy thought I was just preparing for a live streaming event featuring daily necessities.
When all the preparations were settled, I called my parents. I told them that I needed to go to another city for a business trip for half a month. I knew that once the zombie crisis really broke out, they would definitely come to me for shelter. The experience from my previous life was imprinted in my heart like a brand. At that time, I had earnestly persuaded them to prepare in advance, but they turned a deaf ear. It wasn’t until the shadow of zombies loomed over our city that they started to panic. There were almost no reserves in their home, and in just a week, the food in the house was exhausted. At this time, mom called me, urgently demanding that I go over to pick them up. I suggested they come directly to my place, but they firmly refused, claiming that because of fear, she and dad were already unable to move. I had no choice but to go there myself, but after picking them up, we encountered zombies on the way. As a result, they pushed me towards those terrible creatures without hesitation. At that moment, I understood that they might have planned all along that if they encountered danger, they would use my life to exchange for their safety. To avoid such a tragedy from happening again, I decided to let them think I wasn’t at home at all. Only in this way would they completely give up the idea of seeking shelter at my place. After hanging up the phone, I carefully drew the curtains in my house tightly, ensuring that not a single ray of light leaked out. Because zombies could identify sounds and light sources, I had to avoid exposing myself as much as possible. Moreover, the windows of my house directly faced my brother’s house, so I couldn’t let them see any light from my house. To make them believe I wasn’t at home, I even posted a WeChat Moments visible only to them, showing that I was waiting to board at the airport. After doing all this, I took a deep breath, feeling the tension in my heart ease a little. I knew that the days ahead would be full of unknowns and challenges, but I was prepared to face this doomsday crisis.
Sure enough, the disaster came quickly. The neighboring city had officially announced the outbreak of the zombie crisis, and our city followed suit, urgently calling on citizens to prepare in advance. But by the time everyone realized the seriousness of the situation, supermarkets and shopping malls had already been looted empty. Looking down from upstairs, I saw dad, mom, and Tyler hurriedly going out, only to return with two packs of instant noodles and a bag of rice. This scene made me feel sad for them, as it foreshadowed the difficult days ahead. Soon, mom’s call came through, her voice full of anxiety: “Lena, have you heard? There’s a zombie outbreak in the neighboring city!” I pretended to be unaware, exclaiming in surprise, “What? Wasn’t that just fake news before?” Mom urgently said, “It’s not fake! Signs are starting to appear here too. The community has already issued a warning, telling everyone to stock up on necessities. Where are you now? When can you come back?” My voice was filled with helplessness: “I’m still in City B. Work hasn’t finished yet. The earliest I can come back is next week.” After hearing this, mom’s voice revealed disappointment: “Alright, we’ll try to figure something out ourselves then. Let us know when you’re coming back.” After hanging up the phone, I let out a deep sigh. Although I knew clearly that they had no place for me in their hearts, the fact that mom didn’t even say a word about staying safe at this critical moment made me feel even more heartbroken. I turned on the surveillance camera I had previously installed in their living room. At this moment, the whole family was gathered in the living room, nervously discussing what to do next. Tyler was still indifferent, curled up on the sofa playing games. Mom and dad, on the other hand, looked anxious and uneasy. Mom was fiddling with the meager supplies in her hands, while dad kept rummaging through the refrigerator, trying to find more usable food. I put down my binoculars and turned back to my room. I decided not to worry about them anymore. I took out my small electric pot and started to prepare for a hot pot meal. My supply reserves were abundant, with enough food to last me for at least half a year. Now, without their burden, I could also enjoy this rare moment of tranquility.
After a hearty meal, I took out the plastic buckets I had prepared earlier and began my water storage plan. In this period full of uncertainties, I couldn’t predict whether the water supply would suddenly be cut off, so I decided to store some water for myself every day, just in case. Next, I brought out the vegetable seeds and flower pots that I had prepared from the storage room. I sowed the seeds one by one in the soil, hoping that they would grow strong under my care and face the future crisis with me. As night gradually fell, I composed myself and stepped into my workroom. I pulled the newly bought backdrop behind me, creating a live streaming environment that looked like I was in another city. Although I was very limited in what I could do under these circumstances, I still managed to arrange a special live streaming session for daily necessities and food through my studio. I knew that this crisis might affect more cities, and I hoped that through my live streaming room, more people would realize the importance of stockpiling supplies. During the live stream, I noticed that viewers from different cities had started appearing in the comments, sharing the current situation in their cities. “Host, express delivery has completely stopped in our area. They say it’s because of a virus spreading…” “It’s not a virus, it’s zombies! We’re already forbidden to go out here, the streets are empty.” When this comment about zombies appeared, it was immediately blocked by the system. This shocked me, realizing that this crisis was no longer just a problem of one or two cities, but multiple cities had fallen into chaos. In the live streaming room, I tried to remind everyone in a subtle way: “Dear viewers, the situation is indeed a bit special recently. I suggest everyone should try to prepare more daily necessities and food, so that we can be more composed when facing the unknown.” After the live stream ended, it was close to midnight. I opened the surveillance of my brother’s house again and saw that the living room was empty, presumably they had all gone to rest. I thought they probably hadn’t realized the severity of this crisis yet, simply thinking that hiding at home for a few days would return everything to normal. However, I knew that things were far from that simple.
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