Starting One Week Before the Apocalypse

[Pure Apocalypse setting] [No superpowers] [I’m no good at writing blurbs, please read the story]

“My name is Fan Xi. My friends call me Fan Tastic. I’m reborn, and every time I die, I return to seven days before the Apocalypse begins.”

“The first time, the Apocalypse came out of nowhere. I’d just finished a barbecue with my friends, and after a lot of trouble we made it back to the car. Then the damn AEB slammed on the brakes automatically and kept telling me to lift my foot. My friend got to enjoy a feast! Can you believe that?”

“The second time, I knew I could be reborn, so I went back to the countryside...”

“Stop being stubborn. Tell me, where did you get the number and access key you dialed?”

Across from Fan Xi, a young man in a black suit regarded him with icy eyes.

“That doesn’t matter. Just listen to me first. The zombie outbreak is actually...”

“Do you understand how serious your actions are? Believe me, I’ll shoot you right now!”

“Come on! Just shoot me! If you don’t, you’re a coward. My brain’s about to explode, and you’re still hung up on this?”

Fan Xi had already descended into a deranged state, facing the man in the black suit.

In the room next door, several people in white coats shook their heads at the sight of Fan Xi.

“His mental state is in serious trouble. Maybe he dialed that number by accident.”

“Impossible. That number is a combination. What are the odds a madman could dial it exactly right and enter every access key correctly? It’s like giving a monkey a keyboard and having it type out Journey to the West.”

They looked toward the observation room, their hair standing on end.

Because Fan Xi was staring at them with a strange look in his eyes.