Will Wilds lay on the cold ground of the empty room, his body trembling as his breath came in short, uneven bursts. Sweat clung to his skin, and every attempt to draw air into his lungs sent another wave of pain through his chest. He clenched his teeth, trying to keep himself conscious as the poison coursing through his body grew stronger. "What the heck is taking her so long?" he muttered, his voice barely audible. The poisonous infection was spreading rapidly, taking root deep within his blood vessels and destroying them from the inside. His veins burned with every passing second, and the agony made it increasingly difficult for him to move. He tried to lift his hand, but his fingers only twitched against the cold floor before falling still. He had been on an expedition when his team was ambushed. The attack had come too suddenly for him to react properly, and by the time he realized what was happening, the poison had already entered his system. With no way to fight it off, he h

Will Wilds sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the banking application on his phone while the memory of his previous death lingered in his mind. He could still remember the bitter taste of the poison, the weakness spreading through his limbs, and the way Isolde had watched him struggle without showing the slightest remorse. His fingers tightened around the phone as anger stirred in his chest, but he forced himself to breathe slowly because revenge would mean nothing if he failed to survive the coming apocalypse. He had been given a second chance, and he wasn't going to waste it. His account balance showed approximately five hundred million, enough money to secure a substantial amount of supplies before the world descended into chaos. However, money alone wouldn't guarantee his survival, and he had learned that lesson the hard way in his previous life. He needed food, medicine, winter clothing, weapons, and a secure shelter, but he also needed to make every decision count because

The first scream came from somewhere ahead, followed by the grinding crash of metal against metal, and Will immediately pressed his foot against the brake. A van lurched sideways across the road, its tires shrieking against the asphalt as the driver struggled to regain control. People poured out of the vehicles around it, shouting and pushing past one another, while a sharp, animalistic screech cut through the rising noise. Will's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Something had attacked them. Through the gap between two cars, he caught sight of a twisted creature crouching beside the van. Its limbs were unnaturally long, its skin stretched tightly over a body that seemed to have grown in the wrong proportions, and its mouth opened wide enough to expose rows of jagged teeth. Blood streaked its chin as it dragged a struggling man from the wreckage. Will recognized the signs of mutation, but the timing made his stomach tighten. The apocalypse was approaching faster than