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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

If I don't assure them that Pretty Boy isn't infected, that might kill all of our chances of staying. They'd want to throw us out, and hell, that wouldn't go well.

Because I wouldn't go anywhere or budge. And then, they'd try to fight me and Jesus fucking Christ, it'd be a grave mistake.

They'd pay with their lives for that stupid decision. I might end up killing them both. Or eat them.

"He's not. But if I don't stop the bleeding, he might die. Or his wound might get infected, and then we'll have a bigger problem." I assure them firmly.

I can see the hesitation. The uncertainty.

They don't want to help. But they don't want to leave a dying guy in their living room either.

The girl with the gun shifts slightly. "And if we say no?"

I exhale, rolling my eyes, but keeping my voice even. "Then I'll do it anyway. Right here. On your floor. Either way, I'm stopping the bleeding."

_ Saving Him