Back in the past, before Dean was reincarnated, the world had already fallen into chaos. The zombie apocalypse had gone from bad to worse, and survival became a desperate struggle. Dean and his friends were once part of a clan led by a ruthless dictator—Senator Thomas. Thomas was a brutal madman, ruling his followers through fear and violence. He controlled rations with an iron fist, executing those who questioned his authority. He killed survivors who refused to follow him and even committed unspeakable acts against women, treating them as property.
Dean remembered the countless atrocities committed under Thomas' rule. He and Marcus had been forced to endure the senator's reign of terror, barely making it out alive when they finally escaped his grip.
back in the present timeline, Dean clenched his fists in anger as he held the radio. The voice on the other end was asking for help.
"Where exactly are you, and how many of you are there?" Dean asked, keeping his voice calm.
There was a hesitation before the voice finally answered, but Dean could tell it was an obvious lie. The speaker was trying to cover something up. Dean smirked and responded with amusement, "Yes, sure. We will rescue our precious senator."
After switching off the radio, Dean turned to Marcus and Robert, his expression dark. "We're not rescuing the senator," he said coldly. "Instead, we're going to free the people he has enslaved. And we'll kill his lackeys."
Marcus and Robert were stunned. They hadn't expected Dean's reaction, but they trusted him. He had saved them before, and if Dean said this senator was bad news, they believed him.
They boarded the helicopter once more, flying toward the radio station's rooftop helipad. The city below was overrun with zombies, and the destruction was even worse up close. The senator's hideout was heavily fortified, yet Dean knew from experience that inside, many innocent survivors were suffering.
As they landed, they moved cautiously, making their way down from the rooftop toward the room where the senator and his men were fighting off a horde of zombies. The sounds of gunfire and screams echoed through the halls.
Dean approached the barricaded door and knocked. "It's safe! Open up! It's me from the radio!" he called out.
There was a moment of silence before the door creaked open slightly. As the camera focused on Dean's face, he wore a sly smile. But as the view shifted, it revealed a pistol pointing directly at his forehead.