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Betrayed. Ridiculed. Killed.

That was my past life.  

I trusted the wrong people, and they buried me for it. But fate wasn’t done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, it wasn’t in my old body—it was in a world overrun by the undead. And this time, I was one of them. 

A fucking zombie!

But I’m not like the others. I think. I feel. I remember. 
What’s this voice in my head?

[Welcome to the Silent Requiem System!]

The system feeds me power, unlocking missions and skill buried within this body.  I have one goal: rise in rank, take control, and make sure no one ever tramples me again.  

The humans I move with have no idea what I really am. To them, I’m just another survivor, clawing my way to the top. But in battle, I use my abilities in secret—manipulating the undead, eliminating threats, and turning every fight in my favor. 

But rumors are spreading. There’s talk of an undead hiding among them, unseen and unstoppable. If they find out the truth, they’ll hunt me down like a monster.  

And my past? It’s here too. The people who betrayed me in my last life are standing right beside me, unaware of who I am. But I remember them. They turned on me once—I won’t give them the chance to do it again.  

Then there’s him. The commander of the city, sharp-eyed and ruthless. He’s watching me too closely, asking too many questions. If he figures out the truth, I’ll have to make a choice: eliminate him, outplay him… or pull him into my trap before he can destroy me.  

Because in this world, power is the only thing that matters. And this time, I refuse to be at the bottom.

***
"How did you survive when everyone else died?"
I guess death just didn’t want me.

"Why do the zombies ignore you?"
Maybe I just have a face they don’t like.

"You were just a nobody yesterday—how are you suddenly so strong?"
Hard work, luck… and a little bit of hex.

"Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"
Déjà vu’s a funny thing, isn’t it?

"What are you?"
Wouldn’t you like to know?

~20 Chapters Mass Release on the 1st and 2nd of April!~

Apocalypse: After Reanimation, I Became The Queen

I press my back against the crumbling brick wall, chest heaving as I fight to steady my breath. My legs still burn from the rooftop jumps and my lungs are raw from inhaling dust, but there's no time to rest.

Not with the undead snarling in the distance, not with the realization of Kyle's death still hanging over us like a curse.

The street around us is a wasteland; cracked asphalt, overturned cars, skeletal remains of buildings that look ready to collapse under their own misery. The air stinks of rot, damp wood, and something metallic, like rust and dried blood.

We're alive, but the question now is: for how much longer?

We all stand, trying to recuperate and gather our strength after that crazy close shave with death.

Hector breaks the silence first. "So… what now?" He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face. "Do we keep going, or do we turn back?"

_ Splitting Up