My sister and I were chosen by the superpowers on the day of the end of the world.
I chose the most useless healing ability.
My sister chose the coolest-looking powerful ability - creating lightning.
With no place to display her powerful ability, my sister was struggling to survive among the survivors.
But I was reused by the leader because I could heal everyone.
I wanted to help my sister out of trouble, but she pushed me into the zombie group out of jealousy.
When I opened my eyes again, we returned to the day of choosing superpowers.
"I choose healing!" My sister spoke first.
I peered at the dazzling electricity crackling in my palm and grinned.
It was the ability I had craved in my former life.