Part 2The Stream Predicted My Death

Six months ago, Earth was hit by an unknown cosmic event. Global temperatures spiked violently. Ancient glaciers melted, releasing a dormant virus. The dead began to walk.

But the virus didn't just reanimate corpses; it shattered the genetic threshold of humanity.

Most turned. But a small percentage didn't mutate into zombies. Instead, they awakened abilities.

Roman was one of them.

Ever since he saved me from a horde of the Turned, I had latched onto him like a limpet.

Maybe it was the crushing insecurity of the apocalypse.

Maybe it was just that Roman was ridiculously attractive, shattering every stereotype I had about stoic engineering types.

I fell for him. Hard.

I chased him shamelessly for three months until I finally wore him down.

Maybe the chase exhausted me, because once we were together, I became insufferable. A true diva.

I was a parasite in the squad, contributing nothing but demands.

Because Roman was the captain, the others swallowed their complaints, but I knew they hated it.

But now.

Now I could see The Stream.

I knew that all my affectations and tantrums were leading to a karmic reckoning.

Even Roman, who currently doted on me, was destined to fall for a heroine who was his equal—someone with power.

Fear took root in my chest.

Fear of dying in this virus-ridden hellscape.

Fear of the unknown Zombie King.

I thought about it, but I couldn't really blame anyone.

Who told me to be a powerless, ordinary human in a world of monsters?