After the whole family borrowed usury to hoard materials, they found that the end did not come
My half–sister was reborn, prophesying a zombie outbreak and the end of the world in two months.
My husband and entire family believed her. They frantically hoarded supplies, even spending a fortune to transform our suburban villa into an impenetrable fortress.
Julian squandered all our savings and even took out high–interest loans. I begged him, clinging to his leg, but a divorce agreement stripped me of everything.
Two months later, Julian called, scoffing, “The first infected person is about to appear. If you don’t want to die, come kneel at the villa gates. Blair is kind–hearted, she might let you in.”
But on the prophesied day, the apocalypse never came. They finally panicked.
**Chapter 1**
Waking from a nightmare, I answered a call. “Ms. Cassandra, today is the deadline for your mother’s grave renewal. If you don’t renew, her
ashes will have to be moved.”
I was on a business trip out of town. My hands trembled as I called my husband, Julian, urging him to renew the lease quickly, to keep those people from disturbing my mother’s eternal rest.
Still shaken, I leaned back in my chair, the dream’s images still swirling in my mind.
Two months later, a zombie crisis, erupting from City A, was set to sweep the globe, turning the whole world into a living hell.
When the crisis hit, our entire family was trapped in the suburban villa. After two months, just as our supplies were running out, the army finally arrived.
Overjoyed, I urged my family to get in the car and evacuate with the troops. But my sister, Blair, insisted on finishing her makeup before leaving.
As the army’s departure time drew closer, I wanted to drag her out myself. Julian, though, blocked my way. “Blair’s a young woman. What’s wrong with wanting to look pretty before leaving? It’s the army’s job to serve the public; what’s wrong with them waiting a bit?”
My dad, Mr. Davies, and my stepmother, Eleanor, also nodded in agreement, sitting back as if they had all the time in the world.
¡ couldn’t believe it, but I had no time to waste with their nonsense. I turned to leave, but Julian grabbed me, saying, “We’re a family, we stick together.” He snatched my car keys.
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Finally, while Blair was meticulously drawing her eyeliner, the zombie horde suddenly attacked. We couldn’t retreat in time and all died, torn apart by the zombies.
The searing pain of zombie bites still seemed to linger on my skin. Now that I had a chance to do it all over again, I absolutely wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes!
When my plane landed, a subtle unease gnawed at me. Halfway to my destination, I changed course and headed for the cemetery.
To my shock, a brand–new tombstone stood on what should have been my mother’s grave, engraved with an unfamiliar name.
The staff member looked bewildered. “After we called you last time, no one renewed the lease. To avoid mistakes, we even notified your father. He explicitly said not to renew and that we could dispose of the ashes however we pleased.”
A chill ran through me, my heart aching violently. I frantically searched through every jar and container in the unclaimed storage room until past midnight. Finally, clutching a small urn, I returned home.
I hadn’t been home for half a month, and the sight that greeted me in the entryway left me stunned, unable to collect myself.
My cozy little home, which I had painstakingly decorated, now looked like a frozen cave. All the appliances and furniture had vanished.
My carefully chosen beige curtains were half–torn down, drooping on the dirty floor.
My husband, Julian, was directing the maids to take down our wedding photo, which had hung on the wall for three years, and casually tossed
it into a corner.
“What are you doing?” The scene before me made me wonder if I was dreaming. After a long moment, I finally managed to squeeze out the
words.
A flicker of panic crossed Julian’s eyes. “Cassie, why are you suddenly back…?”
I stared at him, my fingers trembling as I clutched the urn. “If I hadn’t come back early, how would I have known my mom’s grave had been
desecrated?”
Julian’s usually gentle face showed a hint of exasperation, as if he were looking at a childishly unreasonable person.
“You don’t understand, Blair came back reborn from the future! The world is ending in two months, every cent we have needs to be spent wisely. Wouldn’t it be better to use the money for the grave renewal to buy more food? Why are you being so unreasonable at a time like this?”
