Chapter 1Betrayed by Family, Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse Alone

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...