Zombies Be My Wrath

I had just been confirmed as a match and was preparing to donate a kidney to my husband's adoptive sister.

That night, she left her iPad in the living room. The screen was still on, showing her chat with the doctor: [Doctor, please don't tell my sister-in-law. If she has a kidney removed, her hidden heart condition will flare up, and she won't live longer than three months.]

The next day, I canceled the donation without a second thought. My husband flew into a rage. He called me cold-blooded and forced me to sign a divorce agreement that left me with nothing.

The next day, I stood outside the hospital room and heard my sister-in-law laughing smugly. "She's so stupid. I faked one chat screenshot, and she actually believed she was sick. Now her penthouse is mine, and we can finally be together openly."

My husband kissed her.

"Good girl. Later, I'll find you a good kidney on the black market."

Outside the door, I sneered. Of course, I knew the chat log was fake.

I had come back from the future, after all.

In two weeks, the zombie outbreak would begin. Those two so-called siblings who were actually lovers would not only steal my medicine, they would push me out to feed me to the zombies.

This time, with only four days left before zombie hordes overran the city, I wanted to see how long a sick woman without a new kidney and a scumbag without supplies could last in that penthouse.

My eyes flew open as I started to gasp for breath, the pain of my neck being torn open still fresh.

When I thought of Julian and Jessica Taylor, I remembered how they had stolen the last piece of moldy bread I had risked my life to bring back. I remembered how, the moment the zombies broke through the security door, they grabbed me from both sides and shoved me out.

"Melanie, Jessica has bad health! Hold them off for us! I'll never forget what you did!" I clenched my fists, letting the pain remind me this was all real. After a moment, I threw off the covers and got out of bed.

In the living room, Jessica's iPad was still lit on the coffee table. When I saw the chat window on the screen, my lips curled into a cold smile.

Early the next morning, I looked coldly at Jessica in the hospital's VIP ward. She was lying in bed and pretending to be weak while Julian was attending to her at her side. I said, "Doctor, cancel the surgery. I'm not donating my kidney."

Julian turned sharply, disbelief all over his face. "Melanie, are you insane? Jessica's kidney failure can't wait any longer. You're saying you won't donate now? Are you treating us as fools?"

Jessica's eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks as she tugged pitifully at Julian's sleeve. "Julian, don't blame Melanie. I guess I was just born unlucky... I won't get treatment. Just let me die."

"Shut up! As long as I'm here, I won't let you die!" Julian held her in his arms as if she were some precious treasure, then turned and glared at me. "I never thought you'd be this cold-blooded, Melanie. You were confirmed as a match, and now you're backing out at the last second. Where's your conscience?"

His holier-than-thou attitude made my stomach turn.

"Yes, I'm cold-blooded," I said with a cold laugh. "Since you think I'm so cold-blooded, let's get divorced."

Julian froze, as if he had not expected me to bring up divorce myself. There was a flash of joy in his eyes, then he forced a stern expression on his face and pretended to be heartbroken. "Fine. Divorce it is. I can't spend another day with a selfish woman like you who can watch another person die and do nothing. But don't think you'll get a cent from me. That penthouse downtown was mine before we got married! You'll leave with nothing!"

Without the slightest hesitation, I nodded and said, "Fine."

The next day, I went to the hospital with the divorce agreement ready.

As soon as I reached the VIP ward, I heard Jessica's smug laughter inside. "She's so stupid. She believed one random screenshot. Now we can finally be together openly."

Julian let out a low laugh, his voice full of fondness.

At that moment, I pushed the door open and threw the divorce agreement in Julian's face. "Sign it."

He gritted his teeth and quickly signed his name.

I left the hospital without looking back with the divorce papers in hand. That was because I knew there were only three days left before the zombies overran the city.