Reborn: Driving Through the Apocalypse

After the nuclear blast, Chen Mo opened his eyes again amid the ruins. In his previous life, he died in the third year of the apocalypse, shot in the back by someone he trusted. This time, he no longer wanted to be a hero. He just wanted to drive a taxi in peace, until someone opened the car door and handed him three cans of food as fare. The meter was still on, even though nobody used money anymore. He drove his battered Jetta, reinforced with welded steel plates, through the narrow gaps between zombie hordes and mutants. The back seat had carried gun-toting girls and veterans riddled with bullet holes. No one knew that this silent driver had memorized the coordinates of every safe zone about to fall, the exact locations of every hidden cache, and the moment each person would betray them. The only thing that might be unreliable about this old car was its meter. He pressed down on the accelerator, and the story of the apocalypse began anew beneath his wheels.