Chapter 2Betrayed by Family, Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse Alone

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.