Screams tore through the air.

She spun around, her chest heaving, eyes wide with terror as chaos unfolded before her. People ran in every direction, only to be dragged down—bitten, torn apart—by the dead. Blood stained the ground. The sound of flesh ripping echoed like a nightmare she couldn’t escape.

Then one of them lunged at her.

Its grip was iron-tight, its teeth sinking into her skin. She screamed, struggling, but more came—hands grabbing, teeth tearing—until she was swallowed whole by the swarm.

And then—

Silence.

In a single blink, everything vanished.

She jolted upright, gasping for air.

Morning light streamed softly through the curtains. The world was calm… untouched. Whole.

Three days before it all began.

Arzhel, her husband, stepped out of the shower, droplets of water trailing down his skin as he casually put on his suit, unaware of the storm racing through her mind.

“Arzhel…” her voice came out softer than she intended. “Can I have your card? I want to buy something.”

He chuckled lightly, clearly amused, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead.

“Don’t drain my card, okay?” he teased, pulling out his sleek black card and handing it to her.

She forced a small smile, gripping it tighter than necessary.

“I’ll go now, baby. Be safe while I’m gone,” he said, picking up an envelope before walking out of the room.

The door clicked shut.

Her expression fell instantly, the warmth in her eyes replaced by something sharper—colder.

This time, she knew what was coming.

And she wasn’t going shopping.

She was preparing for the apocalypse. Because she knew, it was not just a simple dream. It was real