Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

When I opened my eyes, the blinding sunlight poured into the room through the cracked window, an all-too-familiar sensation. It felt like waking up from a deep slumber, one where dreams and reality blended into an incoherent mess. My heart pounded as I lay there, still, absorbing the quiet of the morning.

Wait.

Morning?

I jolted up from the bed, eyes wide in disbelief. My hands scrambled for my phone on the bedside table, its cold metal edges digging into my palm as I clutched it tightly. The date read: November 23rd, 2023. My heart skipped a beat.

"No... no way." I muttered to myself, the sound of my voice strange and distant.

This was impossible. It couldn't be. I knew this date all too well because it was the last day the world knew peace. The next day, the world would burn.

In twenty-four hours, the streets would be crawling with the infected, mindless beasts whose only desire was to feed, to consume. The outbreak that reduced cities to crumbling ruins, tore families apart, and wiped out millions… and I had lived through every minute of it.

I had died. My death had been gruesome, torn apart by a horde of zombies in a desperate attempt to protect my little sister, Mia. But now, I was here—alive—back in my old apartment, back in the same world where it all began. My chest tightened as the horrifying reality dawned on me. I had been reborn.

A second chance?

If this was a second chance, then I couldn't waste it.

My hands shook as I threw on clothes, the frantic rhythm of my thoughts pounding in my ears. "I need to find Mia," I whispered. She was all that mattered, the one person I couldn't lose again. Last time, I had been powerless, caught off guard by the chaos, but not this time.

I stumbled out of my apartment, down the familiar creaking steps of the old building. It was still early, too early for anyone else to be awake. As I reached the street, the normalcy of it all felt surreal. People went about their morning routines—buying coffee, chatting on phones, completely unaware of the storm that was about to hit. How could everything look so peaceful when I knew the hell that was coming?

The day before the outbreak. It was the day that everything would change, the day I lost everything, and the day I would not let history repeat itself. This time, I had the knowledge to survive. This time, I had the chance to fight back.

As I made my way toward Mia's apartment, my mind raced. Supplies. Weapons. Food. Shelter. I had to prepare. But even more pressing was the thought that gnawed at me: Who or what caused the outbreak? And could I stop it before it began?

One thing was clear—this wasn't just about survival anymore. If I was going to live through this again, I would fight to the end. I would protect the ones I loved.

I was reborn.

And this time, I would be ready.