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A man in Pei City was found with twisted limbs, bizarre behavior, and a tendency to bite others. Everyone who has ever become a zombie knows these signs mean it’s time to start stockpiling supplies...

The voice from a viral marketing account buzzed from her phone, echoing in the old, worn convenience store.

Six or seven people stood before the counter, all staring at her intently. Shockingly, they were her own relatives—ones who had died years ago!

Jiang Qiyu looked at the scene in disbelief. Just a moment ago, she had been bitten by a zombie, the nauseating stench of rot still lingering in her nose. How had she suddenly appeared here?

What was happening?

“Did you hear me? All day long, you’re glued to that useless phone. We paid for your education for so many years, and you don’t know how to be grateful. When it’s time to help out the family, you always shirk!” The old woman had always disliked this ‘money-losing’ child, her words sharp and bitter.

Second Aunt quickly tried to smooth things over. “Mom, Xiaoyu has always been the most sensible. Now that her cousin’s in trouble, she’ll definitely help.”

“It’s just a shop, isn’t it? What’s the big deal? It’s what she owes us. I raised her from a child, spent more on her than on this lousy house!” Yang Haifeng snorted, his tone full of entitlement and disdain.

Jiang Qiyu finally understood. She had returned to the day when Grandma brought Second Aunt’s family to demand the storefront!

There were ten days left before the apocalypse erupted.

“Xiaoyu, your Second Aunt