Zombie Doomsday: The Elder Rescued by My Lover Pulls All the Strings

When I pushed open that familiar door, the two figures intertwined on the bed made everything instantly clear to me.

Emily was straddling Jack, her nurse's uniform scattered on the floor. My girlfriend, my most trusted brother, betrayed me on the last night before the end of the world.

"Mark! What are you doing..." Emily tried to cover herself in panic, but Jack pushed her away with a cold laugh.

"Since we've been found out, let's lay it all out." Jack stood up without a trace of shame. "Mark, you know what? Emily's tired of you. What do you have besides that pitiful medical knowledge, a retired military medic?"

I watched them quietly, but my heart was in turmoil.

It's not just because of betrayal.

More importantly, because I realized—I was reborn.

Memories of my past life flooded back. Tomorrow, the T-virus will break out in London. The three of us will head to the government safe house together, encountering the "injured" Dr. Franken on the way. Out of kindness, I helped him, thus missing the registration deadline. Jack and Emily got their spots, while I was "grateful" for the doctor's invitation to his private sanctuary.

That place became my hell.

Dr. Franken was a mad virologist who orchestrated the entire T-virus outbreak. His vault was actually an underground laboratory, dedicated to collecting living subjects for experimental modification. I was used as a specimen there, witnessing hundreds of people being transformed into monsters.

Jack and Emily ultimately couldn't escape that hell either.

"Okay." I turned and left. "That's settled then."

Their triumphant laughter echoed behind them, unaware that the Grim Reaper's scythe was already at their necks.

In this life, I will have them "help" that kind-hearted doctor in my place.

I want them to taste the flavors of hell for themselves.

Stepping out of the apartment, I pulled out my phone and started making my first call. Time was running out; I had to finish all the preparations by tomorrow.

The first step is the procurement of supplies.

I know which stores still have stock and which owners will be selling off their stock before the apocalypse. More importantly, I know of an abandoned underground bunker that will become my true refuge.

Jack and Emily thought they had outmaneuvered me, but little did they know they were just two pawns in my revenge game.

"Hello, is this John? I need your help..."

The call was connected.

Revenge begins now.

The next morning, I drove the rented truck straight to my first target—the warehouse of Wilson Medical Equipment Company. The owner, Wilson, was a greedy fellow; he'd sell anything as long as the price was right.

"Mark? What's the rush?" Wilson opened the warehouse door, looking at me sleepily.

"I need a lot of medical supplies. Antibiotics, painkillers, surgical instruments, the more the better," I said, getting straight to the point.

"Are you crazy? How much money would that cost...?"

"Five hundred thousand pounds. Cash." I pulled out a briefcase. "But I need you to keep it a secret."

Wilson's eyes lit up instantly.

idiot.

He had no idea that the money would become worthless tomorrow.

Two hours later, my truck was loaded with all sorts of medical supplies. Next came food and fuel.

I changed my route and headed straight for the wholesale market outside the city.

Time was of the essence; I had to finish all the shopping before Jack and Emily found out. They were busy registering at the government safe house and had no idea what I was doing.

"Sir, are you sure you want so many canned goods?" The supermarket owner looked at my list with a puzzled expression.

Pack everything up.

I ordered a full five tons of canned food, 20,000 liters of purified water, and 1,000 liters of gasoline and diesel. This is enough for me to survive in the underground shelter for more than a year.

At 3 p.m., I drove to an abandoned air-raid shelter on the outskirts of the city.

This is an underground bunker built during World War II. It's well-hidden and structurally sound. In my previous life, I heard about this place in Frankenstein's laboratory; a modified survivor told me about it before he died.

"Many people have been saved here..." he said before he died.

Now, this place will become my fortress.

I spent the entire afternoon inspecting the facility: the ventilation system was intact, the electrical equipment could be repaired, and there was a deep well. Most importantly, there were three exits, so even if surrounded, there was a way to escape.

Perfect.

In the evening, I received a call from Emily.

"Mark, we've got the safe house registration form. We'll meet at eight tomorrow morning to line up." Her voice smugly rang out. "Remember to be on time, don't make us late."

"Okay," I replied calmly. "I'll be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, I looked at my watch.

There are still twelve hours left.

That's enough.

I dialed a special number—the contact information for a demolition expert I knew from my time in the army. Although he's retired now, he still has some "special goods" in his possession.

"Old friend, I need some self-defense items..."

Late at night, I sat alone in the air-raid shelter, looking at the mountains of supplies piled up.

Tomorrow, the T-virus will break out.

Tomorrow, Jack and Emily will meet the "kind" Dr. Frankenstein.

Tomorrow, my revenge will begin.

I closed my eyes, recalling the painful experiences of my past life. Beneath Dr. Franken's kind face lurked a demonic soul, and his laboratory echoed with the screams of countless people.

This time, let Jack and Emily bear the pain.

This is the price of betrayal.