The day after my mother was killed, the zombie virus broke out and quickly spread to the surrounding cities.
With our food running low, my father’s mistress clutched her belly and cooed to my grandmother, “Mom, your precious grandson hasn’t had any meat in ages. He’s complaining in my belly.”
My grandmother picked up a cleaver and looked at me with a sinister smile. “We still have this useless girl, don’t we?”
Reborn, even if I don’t have enough time to stockpile supplies, I’ll do everything I can to keep my mother alive and watch the people who killed us both in my previous life die one by one before my eyes.
