Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

: Rebirth Of A Monster

Year 2150.

Gnaw...Gnaw...

The sensation of being gnawed by zombies was overwhelming, unpleasant, and excruciating. Ivy could feel her life slipping away.

Her hollow eyes stared at the sky, which for her was black. Yes, she was blind.

She didn't resist. She didn't want to. Life wasn't beautiful anyway.

She lost everyone. Her lover...her real family...her friends...

They all died. While she...she survived. Sometimes, she even wondered whether she was cursed.

They all died while protecting her.

Maybe she was...

It was good now. She was dying. However, she regretted not being able to take revenge on those who wronged her, her family, Silas, and her friends.

"Mom...dad....brother...sister...Silas...in next life...don't protect me..." Ivy muttered. 

If there were a next life, she wouldn't go near them. She won't let them die for her.

Her eyes closed, and the world turned peaceful.

..............

"Sister, please stop pretending. I know you are angry because you have to do everything on your own, but my hand is injured, and my brother doesn't know how to do house chores." A familiar sweet voice sounded in Ivy's ear, and she frowned.

Wasn't she dead?

How could she still listen to her fake sister's disgusting voice?

With difficulty, she opened her eyes and saw a familiar ceiling.

Her eyes widened, and she sat up straight. 

"How am I able to see anything? Wasn't I blind?" Ivy muttered in disbelief.

Her attention was attracted by the dolled-up fake sister of hers. 

A woman with beautiful, straight black hair and brown eyes, dressed in a white, flowery dress, had light makeup on. Her pale skin glowed under the dim light of the room.

A fragile beauty.

Ivy knew the woman too well. Isla Ravencroft.

The pampered daughter of the Ravencroft family.

"Sister, even though you are on your period and suffer from stomach cramps, we can only rely on you. So could you please stop acting and start working?"

Hatred flashed in Ivy's eyes, and ignoring the remaining people in the room, she lunged at her.

Isla, who had an angelic beauty, with an apologetic smile on her face, was stunned. 

Before she could react, Ivy rushed to her and slapped her hard.

"Ahhhh!" Isla shouted, clutching her face, and tried to run away.

But Ivy was having none of it.

How she wished for Ravencroft family members to visit her dreams, even for once.

Just once...so she could kill them all.

Let them go through the same hell she had lived every single day.

And now...finally...she was able to see them.

Ivy didn't care if it was her afterlife or the so-called last 7 minutes of life review. She wanted to kill...all of them...every single one of them.

It was a pity she couldn't torture them, like they did to her.

But killing them, even for once, was satisfying.

She wrapped her hands around Isla's neck and started to strangle her with all of her might.

Isla struggled and called out for help,

"Help....help..."

Her pleas for help brought her mother and father out of their shock, and they rushed toward Ivy.

"What the f*ck Ivy! What are you doing! Leave my daughter!" Isla's mother dug her sharp nails in Ivy's hair, in hopes of bringing the b*tch from her frenzied state.

Even when Ivy felt a sharp tingling pain on her scalp, she didn't stop.

Once she killed Isla, she would kill Isla's mother, father, and brother too.

This b*stard family deserves to die, and she would take them all down with her!

"Ivy! Get hold of yourself! You are hurting your sister!" Isla's father shouted, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Seeing how Ivy remained unfazed even after his warning, Isla's father didn't hesitate and kicked Ivy from the side, causing her to stumble and eventually fall on the ground.

Ivy crashed to the floor, her breath knocked out of her lungs. Pain shot through her ribs, but she barely noticed.

The rage inside her burned hotter than any pain.

She rolled to her knees, wiping blood from her lip, and glared at the three people staring down at her, faces twisted in anger and disbelief.

How can she still feel any pain?

Didn't she die?

Wait...even if the Ravencroft family visited her...why were they so well dressed and looked young?

The rage inside didn't subside, but her rationality did return.

"Monster!" Isla shrieked, cradling her bruised neck as she sobbed. "You're crazy! She's gone insane!"

Insane?

No. Ivy had never been saner in her life.