In October 2025, an explosion occurs at a remote lab. An unidentified substance is leaked, and the virus makes people go insane. Anyone who is bitten by these rabid creatures becomes one of them.

It's like the zombies people see in movies and video games.

On the first day of the explosion, my five-year-old, Joyce Fairfield, is still at kindergarten. I risk my life to hurry there, but I can't even find her corpse when I arrive. I can only look at the surveillance footage to see her face, which is ashen with fear. I also see her mouth, "Mommy!"

15 days after the explosion, I finally traverse the city and get to my mother's home. However, all that welcomes me is a destroyed apartment and blood everywhere.

20 days after the explosion, my husband, Emmett Fairfield, calls me one last time from his office, which zombies have surrounded. He tells me not to leave the house.

Less than a month after the apocalypse arrives, I lose all my family. I'm alone as I struggle to survive in this dead world.

The spread of the virus triggers chaos in mankind. I exchange all my supplies to save a neighboring couple from bandits, leading them to safety in a secure zone where they can live stable lives. However, my kindness is not repaid.

Three years after the explosion, the secure zone is under siege by a wave of zombies. As we retreat, my neighbors shove me underneath a car so I'll distract the zombies. Then, they make a run for it and get away.

Trusted neighbors betray me. As the zombies eat away at me, I can feel death looming. All I want is to see my family again.

Now, I've been reborn. I have six hours before the zombie apocalypse breaks out.

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies.

Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.

Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it.

The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

It was then I could finally confirm the fact that I was reborn. I could still salvage the situation.

The first thing I did was call my daughter, Joyce Fairfield's kindergarten teacher right away. "Ms. Preston, please pack up Joyce's belongings for her. I'm picking her up soon."

"Did something bad happen, Mrs. Fairfield?" Anna Preston asked in confusion.

"It's personal, Ms. Preston. I'd like to request a day off for Joyce," I responded to Anna half-heartedly.

I needed to take Joyce home first before anything else.

During the zombie outbreak in my past life, I had rushed to the kindergarten as fast as I could, only to be greeted with Joyce's remains. When I played back the security footage, I saw Joyce screaming for me while she was being torn apart by the zombies. Since then, I was overcome with remorse for losing Joyce.

Now that I was given a second chance in life, I needed to bring Joyce home right away in order to ensure her survival.

There were only six hours left before the virus was leaked.

On the way to Joyce's kindergarten, I called my mother, Molly Beckett, who was the only one at home.

"Mom, I need you to head over to the supermarket and buy a huge amount of bread, potatoes, and steak. Grab as much food as you can. After that, I need you to deliver everything to my and Emmett's villa and wait for me there, alright?"

"Are you and Emmett throwing a party at your place?" Mom asked me in puzzlement.

"Precisely, Mom. Emmett got promoted last week, so I'd like to throw him a celebratory party. Can you please keep this a secret for now?"

Left without a choice, I could only use my husband, Emmett Fairfield's promotion as an excuse to fend Mom off.

"That's wonderful news! Don't worry, Amelia. Your secret is safe with me."

After ending the call with Mom, I called Emmett right away.

Since he just got a promotion last week, now was the busiest time of his career. In my previous life, Emmett's phone call to me marked the last time we ever spoke to each other after the zombie outbreak. He had told me to watch out for myself at home and that I shouldn't believe others so easily during the apocalypse.

Emmett, my own husband, was still worrying about my safety even during his final moments when he was being attacked by zombies. Yet, I ended up dying as a result of my overflowing kindness instead of following his advice.

"Emmett, I want you to take the afternoon off and buy more guns and ammo, as well as other self-defense equipment. Once you're done, you are to go home right away."

Emmett was silent for a moment. Finally, he asked me in a puzzled voice, "Did something happen?"

"I'll fill you in on the details once you're home! Just do as I say! You have to believe me!"

There were only six hours left. I didn't have time to explain everything over the phone.

In the end, Emmett chose to believe me. "Alright. I'll buy them right now."

After the zombie apocalypse descended on the world in my previous life, guns were hailed as the most important weapons when it came to fighting off the zombies. As a result, survivors often fought over them desperately throughout the apocalypse.

Zombies couldn't feel pain at all, so normal attacks did nothing to halt them in their steps. Only by putting a bullet in their head could they be completely annihilated.

If the food we stocked up on in the next six hours before the outbreak wasn't enough to last us till the military was here to rescue us, we'd have to leave our home in search of food. During that time, we'd definitely need guns on us.

I finally got to see my precious daughter five hours before the zombie outbreak.

It had been three years since I last saw her. The moment my gaze fell on Joyce, I couldn't stop my tears from streaming down my cheeks. At the same time, I felt as though I could still hear Joyce's wails coming from the security footage when she was being assaulted by the zombies.

"Mommy, why did you come over to pick me up this early?" Joyce dashed toward me the moment she saw me.

"Well, I missed my precious baby." I hugged Joyce immediately, letting my tears stream down my cheeks silently.

"Mrs. Fairfield, are you alright?" Anna asked worriedly.

I picked Joyce up. "I'm fine. Thank you, Ms. Preston. We're leaving now. You and the others should take care of yourselves."

Even though I knew that the zombie outbreak was imminent, I couldn't divulge the mystical information of my rebirth to anyone else. All I could do was tell Anna to be more careful.

After returning to the car, I drove in Walmart's direction immediately, knowing that I couldn't afford to waste a minute more.

Thanks to my experience that I had accumulated from my previous life, I decided to abandon the fruits and vegetables, which were prone to spoiling very quickly.

After the zombie outbreak, the power and water supplies would be cut off one after another. We couldn't store many types of food without refrigerators. Only food sealed in vacuum packages, like ham and potatoes, could be stored for a very long time.

Soon, I had the Walmart employees move crates of canned food into the car.

I maxed out my firearm quota by buying as many guns as my quota could afford. This included pistols, rifles, shotguns, and ammo, as well as other important combat equipment and supplies.

I found myself gazing at the weapon lineup that was displayed in the cabinets. These weapons would definitely save countless lives after the zombie outbreak. It was a shame that I could only give up on them for now. Hopefully, Emmett would be able to bring back more weapons.

"Mommy, I want to eat this!" Joyce pointed at a pack of string cheese.

"Alright. I'll buy a lot of string cheese for you this time."

In a way, Joyce's request reminded me that we'd be stuck in our villa during the apocalypse. We wouldn't be able to leave the house, much less engage in any other leisure activities. Food might be our only source of happiness.

I used ten minutes to fill my shopping cart with my family's favorite snacks. After that, I led Joyce back to our car.

After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home.

After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.

I needed to be very careful in order not to paint a target on my family's backs.

After offloading the food and weapons at home, I left the villa with Joyce once again. I had already lost her for three years—there was no way I'd let her stray away from me this time.

I drove to a nearby supermarket, where I began buying gallons of drinking water.

Those who lived in cities were bound to go through both the power and water outages. Although we lived in a villa that was located in the remote suburbs, we weren't exempted from the outages.

Many survivors died of starvation and thirst despite not being infected by the zombie virus. In my previous life, I had seen far too many people who died from zombie attacks just because they needed to venture out in search of water. That was why I needed to ensure that I had stocked up enough water.

Soon, my car was filled with more than a dozen water cooler bottles and boxes of mineral water. Packs of toilet rolls were stuffed in the cracks as well. It didn't take long for me to drive home with my latest haul.

My mom reached home four hours before the zombie outbreak.

"Oh, my goodness! Sweetheart, this is just one party, right? Why did you buy so much food?" Mom asked in a shocked tone as she stared at the food and water that had already taken over the living room.

I hadn't seen my mother for three long years. In my previous life, I had traversed through half the city just to reach her home, only to see a puddle of blood marring her floors. It was only natural for me to rush over and pull her into a tight hug before planting kisses all over her cheeks.

"Mom, I'll explain everything to you once I come home later, okay? Please take care of Joyce for now. I need to go out again."

Our lives were at stake. I didn't have time to explain to Mom what was going on. These supplies were barely enough to support us.

I could still remember the agony of having to drink water just to curb my hunger for days after my supplies got stolen in my previous life. This time, I needed to make sure that I could stock up on enough supplies for my family's survival.

After entrusting Joyce to Mom, I drove away from home once again. This time, I drove to another supermarket to avoid rousing suspicion from the employees of the previous supermarket.

I kept loading my shopping cart with general supplies like toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, and facial cleansers. Hygiene was equally important in the apocalypse. If we were to fall sick, we wouldn't be able to seek out a doctor at all.

After filling my cart with the basic necessities, I rushed over to the apparel section. Cold-protection supplies like down jackets, blankets, and sleeping bags were on my priority list as well.

In my previous life, it began raining heavily in the second month after the zombie outbreak. In the third month, the temperature had dropped rapidly, paving the way to a three-month blizzard that terrorized the world.

The abnormal weather ended up killing a ton of survivors. If we were to polish off our food supplies during the harsh winter, we'd still have to venture out to look for supplies.

Now that I was done buying the cold-protection supplies, the next thing on my checklist was fuel. Fuel was essential for survival during the harsh winter, seeing as the power supply was already cut off by then.

When I was making my way to the cashier counter to pay for the fuel, I happened to spot the aisle selling portable chargers. Of course, I had to raid the aisle right away. Once the power got cut off, the portable chargers' power could last us for a pretty long time.

After that, I made sure to load the cart with survival essentials like candles, flashlights, and blackout curtains.

Upon reaching home, Mom happened to be arranging the food supplies. When she saw me bringing back more supplies, she grew mad at me.

"Sweetheart, you need to tell me what's going on!"

"Mom, please! We don't have much time left! I'll explain everything to you once Emmett comes back, okay?"

I ran out of the villa once again, my mother's confused questions ringing out in the background. After all, I still had something vital that I had yet to buy, which was medicine.

I bought a ton of medicine, including flu and cold medicine, anti-inflammation medicine, painkillers, digestive medicine, and alcohol wipes. I even included vitamins and a variety of supplements in my shopping cart.

Since there was a medication quota per pharmacy, I had to visit a few more pharmacies in order to check everything off my shopping list.

"That would be 3,000 dollars. Thank you for shopping at our pharmacy!" When the employee saw the amount of medication I just bought, she couldn't help but smile brightly at me.

The sight of her smile made me want to drop a piece of advice to her. "Take care of yourself. You should go home early today."

Under the employee's puzzled gaze, I loaded the medicine into my car and drove to another destination.

I had decided that the anti-intrusion spikes would form the first defensive barrier that would protect my home. I'd be purchasing security cameras, wire mesh, and other defensive equipment.

My villa was located far away from the city, and the number of zombies roaming in the remote suburbs would be a lot less than the ones gathering in the urban zones.

Still, if someone were to bust down my courtyard's walls, that'd mean my family and I had to face the zombies head-on. The glass used on the windows of my villa was extremely fragile before those monsters.