James's eyes widened in shock, struggling to process the truth before him. The horrifying scenes of the apocalypse were still vivid in his mind, as if they had just happened yesterday.
"Did I really… come back to life?"
His thoughts raced. If the end of the world was only ten days away, the first thing he needed to do was stockpile supplies. Then, he'd find a safe place to hide and build a secure shelter to survive the apocalypse.
"James, what are you dawdling for?" A woman's voice called out from outside his room.
"Mom!" James's heart skipped a beat. Memories of his mother flashed through his mind—how, on the very first day of the apocalypse, she had turned into a terrifying zombie.
But now… now he had the chance to see her again.
With a loud thud, James scrambled out of bed and rushed out of his room.
Sure enough, there she was—a woman bustling around the dining table, setting out breakfast.
