The night sky over the Eastern Base burned a deep crimson.
Flames devoured the steel walls that once promised safety, while the screams of the dying echoed through the cold wind. The stench of blood mixed with smoke, and the ground was littered with the bodies of soldiers, civilians... and Zombies.

Ashira Vale staggered through the chaos, blood dripping from the wound on her side. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she didn't stop.

She couldn't.
She had fought too hard to die like this.

Yet... she had been left behind.

She turned around, slashing down a lunging zombie with trembling hands.

The gate slammed shut right in front of her face as
metal scraped against metal, sealing her fate outside.

The people she once trusted, those she fought for, bled for, were gone.
Not because they died.
Because they left her.

"You're too dangerous to keep around, Ashira."

That voice still echoed in her mind, cold and sharp as the wind cutting through the smoke.
Her teammates. Her so-called allies.
The people who swore to fight beside her... had used her.
And when she was no longer useful, they threw her away.

She remembered the cold look in their eyes when the gate shut.
The smirk on one of their faces.
The whispered words that cut deeper than the wound in her body.

Betrayal.
That was her final taste of humanity.

She stumbled toward a burning truck, the firelight reflecting in her bloodstained eyes. Every breath hurt, but the pain didn't matter anymore. The world had already ended.

She glanced at the barricade she once guarded, now nothing more than twisted steel and burning corpses. The walls that once symbolized hope were falling apart, just like the trust she'd once had in people.

The Eastern Base... the last stronghold of survivors.

Ashira tilted her head to the sky, watching as smoke smothered the stars. Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile.

"So this is how it ends... for me." Her voice cracked as she looked at the horizon.

"Even the end of the world, can't kill betrayal."

She smiled bitterly. Her fingers loosened around her weapon as she sank to her knees.

In her fading vision, the shadows swarmed closer—hundreds of undead closing in from every side.

But just before they reached her, a faint light flickered before her eyes—
like a broken screen glitching.

[System initializing...]
[User: Ashira Vale - detected fatal condition.]
[Rebirth protocol activating.]
[Returning to checkpoint: Nineteen (19) days before the outbreak.]

Her heartbeat slowed.

And as her body was swallowed by darkness, a final thought crossed her mind—
a vow whispered between blood and regret.

"This time... I'll change everything."


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REMINDER:
This was another version of what you might think of about zombie apocalypse, This is all about survival with the help of power.

Surviving is more than just staying alive. It's keeping your mind intact when the world's already gone mad. It's sleeping with one eye open trusting no one but still hoping someone's out there. It's learning when to run. When to fight and when to stay quiet enough when the dead pass you by. It's the constant battle between fear and hope knowing every day could be your last, but choosing to live is more than that...

This story is original and created by Me. Any form of copying, reposting, or claiming this work as your own without permission will not be tolerated.


Please don't accuse me of copying someone else's story — this is my own work, and I did not take it from anyone.


I've had this story for a while, and it was originally posted on my Wattpad account. But due to some issues, I wasn't able to continue it. So here I am, rewriting and continuing everything again.


I hope you'll enjoy the journey, and I really wish you'll love and support the FL — she deserves it. 


Chapter 1 - AUTHOR NOTE