Doomsday Breaks Out, My Pet Tears Apart Zombies

A dull pain shot through the back of my head, followed by the vibration of a diesel engine roaring. I jerked my eyes open, my vision blurring briefly before quickly refocusing.

There were no mangled limbs, no deafening roars of mutated zombies.

I sat on the sofa in my living room, my back soaked with cold sweat.

"Hurry up, Victor! Before he wakes up, get these two cages onto the truck."

A low but urgent female voice came from outside the door. It was Sarah.

I was reborn. I went back to before that hellish apocalypse.

I forced down my wildly beating heart, tiptoed to the window, and parted the blinds.

A black Ford Raptor pickup truck was parked in my driveway. Victor was directing two workers to push a huge, custom-made steel cage into the truck bed.

My gray wolf "Duke" and grizzly bear "Barton" are locked in a cage. They are currently pawing at the iron snow with their paws and making low whimpering noises.

Sarah stood beside Victor, her hands gripping his arms tightly. She kept looking up at the sky, her eyes devoid of their usual arrogance, replaced by an almost neurotic frenzy and fear.

“Darling, are you sure you want to take them? They’re just two beasts.” Victor frowned, seemingly disgusted by the fishy smell of fur in the air, and covered his nose.

“You don’t understand, Victor! They’re not ordinary beasts, they are… they are our lifeline!” Sarah spoke rapidly, her voice trembling. “Believe me, once darkness falls, this world will descend into utter chaos. We need absolute force; only they can protect us! You must feed them the finest meat and make them submit to you!”

If it were the old me, hearing my fiancée give my pet to another man in front of me would have made me furious, and I would have rushed out and broken Victor's nose. But now, I only feel a chill creeping up my spine.

Sarah knew what would happen after dark. She knew the end of the world was coming. She even knew that her pets would awaken superpowers during the apocalypse.

In my past life, it was the Duke and Barton who underwent a violent mutation after the Red Rain descended, awakening the superpowers of controlling storms and the earth, becoming my strongest shield in this wasteland. They tore through the zombie hordes for me and earned me the formidable reputation of "Beast King" in the warlord-controlled bases.

Sarah, the woman who died in the first small zombie horde in her previous life because she couldn't escape in time, has also been reborn.

She returned to this point in time ahead of me, used my trust to bewitch me, and eagerly offered my two most powerful trump cards to the powerful figures she couldn't climb up to in her previous life, attempting to create an indestructible safe haven for herself in advance.

"Bang!"

The truck's tailgate slammed shut. Victor put his arm around Sarah's waist and kissed her on the cheek. "Alright, since you insist. But what if Elias wakes up and goes berserk, calling the police? After all, this is a legally acquired beast that he paid a fortune for."

Sarah gave a cold laugh and glanced at the room where I was. Her eyes were filled with contempt, pity, and a twisted pleasure from robbing someone of their destiny.

“Let him report it. By the time the police arrive, the law will have ceased to exist.” Sarah smoothed her hair, her tone vicious. “I know him too well. Without Barton and the Duke, he won’t survive a single day. That’s just… natural selection.”

She paused, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "Besides, I've done more than enough. I even left him a precious pet."

I stood quietly behind the window, neither making a sound nor stopping them. After ten years of apocalyptic experience, I knew all too well that rushing out now would not only be pointless but would also invite unnecessary trouble. With less than three hours until the first wave of virus-laden red rain fell, I had no time to waste fighting over ownership with two idiots.

Did she think that by taking away the wolves and bears, she could rest easy in the apocalypse?

I narrowed my eyes slightly, a cold smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Sarah died too young in her previous life; she had no idea how uncontrollable the direction of mutation could be in this hellish world. She also had no idea what bloody price would be paid to control the top predators in the early stages of the apocalypse.

I turned around and walked to the other side of the living room. There, a huge ecological aquarium used to be placed.

At this moment, the aquarium's power had been unplugged, and the oxygenator had stopped working. A few pieces of broken aquatic plants floated on the surface, the handiwork left by Sarah in her panic as she smashed the filtration system with a baseball bat.

At the bottom of the murky water, a high-backed golden arowana, nearly 60 centimeters long, was helplessly rolling over on its side.

Its name is "Leviathan".

Its gill covers twitched laboriously, each breath sounding like extreme pain. Its once shimmering, gold-leaf-like scales were now dull and lifeless, as it desperately struggled in the stagnant, oxygen-deprived water.

This was Sarah's "gift" to me: a dying ornamental fish that would die instantly if taken out of the water. In her eyes, bringing a fish to the end of the world was nothing short of a cruel joke.

I knelt on one knee in front of the aquarium, pressing my hands against the cold glass.

“It’s okay, buddy,” I murmured.