The end of the world arrived, and the city turned into ruins. Thousands of zombies swarmed like locusts, and my hands and feet were bound as I watched pairs of bloodied hands pierce into my body.

A sudden ringing sound echoed, and I abruptly opened my eyes, sunlight seeping through the gaps in the curtains.

It was just a dream. I breathed a sigh of relief.

But within seconds, a flood of images rushed into my mind.

A city enveloped in darkness, piercing cries, clamoring footsteps, decaying faces, immobile bodies.

I sat up, clutching the blanket tightly, and reached for the phone on the bedside table.

The screen displayed August 23, 10 a.m.

How is this possible?

I distinctly remember being bitten on the neck by a horde of zombies, the lingering stench emanating from their bodies, and the excruciating pain of my windpipe being severed.

Instinctively, I raised my hand and touched my neck, smooth and unblemished.

I hopped out of bed and drew back the curtains.

The glaring sunlight hit me, the abnormally high temperature of the past few days, reaching up to forty degrees.

The neighborhood was eerily quiet, with few people moving around downstairs. Only a few delivery workers in their uniforms walked by.

I took deep breaths, trying to calm my pounding heart.

I've been reborn.

Reborn to before the apocalypse.

It all started when my best friend, who worked at the hospital, called me and told me to stock up on supplies and avoid going out.

I asked her if something had happened, but she hesitated and only told me to do as she said.

From her tone, I realized the severity of the situation, so I obediently went to the supermarket and stocked up on food and water, preparing for three years of isolation.

Little did I know, the situation was even more terrifying than I imagined. Within just two hours, the zombie virus erupted, and this metropolis with over ten million people instantly turned into a living hell.

My ex-boyfriend, Wang Peng, and his mother picked me up and brought me and the supplies back to their home after hearing that I had provisions.

Originally, these supplies were enough for me to survive for three years, but with Wang Peng and his mother, they were depleted in less than two years.

When the food ran out, in order to distract the zombies downstairs, they bound my hands and feet and pushed me into the midst of the zombie horde while they went out to find food.

Thinking of the sensation of being bitten by a zombie on the neck, I couldn't help but shudder.

I never want to experience something like that again.