Stockpiling Supplies for the Apocalypse

"Ah!"

I shouted and sprang up from the sofa.

My wife, sitting beside me, jerked her hand and drew one eyebrow crooked.

"You scared me." She glanced at me, then continued with her makeup.

I was trembling all over, drenched in cold sweat. I fought to keep my excitement under control.

I'd come back again. Everything had returned to normal, and my wife, Yang Jing, was back too.

The image of her being devoured by a horde of zombies was still vivid in my mind. That moment had been my most unforgettable nightmare.

Rage and helplessness consumed me.