Reborn After the Apocalypse, Punish the Scumbags and Chase After Her Husband

1. I died from the tearing apart of a horde of zombies, a despair of being ripped apart alive. Looking at the murky sky, I saw him running towards me, his eyes red. Could a zombie still possess such intense emotions? It was too late; I was already a bloody mess, devoured by the zombies. On the day the apocalypse arrived, everything was too chaotic, too noisy. The law lost its power; humans were far more disgusting than zombies. They approached with hypocrisy, their plundering endlessly. My soul dissolved into high-molecular particles, but I didn't immediately dissipate. I saw the two people I once trusted most standing there. Like they were deceiving me.