Zombie Apocalypse: From the Start, All I Had Was a Frying Pan

Reborn five minutes before the apocalypse, I rushed to the supermarket to grab supplies, but all I managed to get was a frying pan.

The System suddenly activated: “Detected Host using a frying pan. Chef God skill unlocked: Smack a zombie to death with a pan and double the drop rate!”

The comments instantly exploded: “Holy crap! This person’s grabbing instant noodles with a frying pan? Are they trying to die faster?”

I sneered, grabbed the pan, and smacked the zombie charging in right out of the way.

The comments went quiet for a second, then went wild: “Boss! Carry us to victory!”

Just then, a Northeastern accent came from behind me: “Buddy, that pan of yours... mind lending it to me?”

A chill ran down the back of my neck, and I jerked awake.

The familiar crack in the ceiling lay there like a twisted centipede. Sunlight streamed in through the window, and the breakfast vendor downstairs called out, the smell of fried dough wafting up with it. My phone screen lit up. The time read: August 2, 2026, 7:55 a.m.