Chapter 3From Prey to Predator: My Rise in the Zombie Apocalypse

That night, I sat in a makeshift shelter of old rags, munching on a wafer cookie to stave off hunger.

This cookie was found in my sister's backpack.

Sarah looked haggard, having changed into a new set of clothes. The old set was probably unwearable now. Her exposed skin was covered in bruises.

As she walked towards me, her legs were shaking.

"Emily, sis brought you some food," Sarah said, handing me a piece of bread. Her voice was hoarse from crying, "Emily, why did you do that today? You knew..."

I interrupted her, "Sis, we're sisters. Mom and Dad are gone, leaving just the two of us to rely on each other. Of course, if there's a good life to be had, I should let my sister have it first. How could I dare to compete?"

Sarah's mouth twitched a few times, clearly not expecting me to say this.

After a while, she handed me the now misshapen bread, "Eat up. From now on, sis will give you a good life."

But I clearly heard my sister's inner thoughts, "I'll get my revenge sooner or later!"

I ignored her, finished the bread alone, and turned to sleep.

Let's see what method she uses against me tomorrow.