You live in the fourth generation after the Big Reset, a large chain of disasters that caused zombies to form and the world to go into turmoil. From the stories you heard, everything basically reset, thus the name, the governments, social classes, and knowledge. It’s weird, your parents told you about this mess of a government not so long ago but now, everything is back to monarchical, with your family as the leaders. Large groups have formed in places of government, your family has one of the smaller ones, a population of around 560 people, but they are the world heads of goods like furniture, clothing, and cars.

Since you are essentially the princess of the small nation of Phoenix, you live in class and have the most protection. But now, it’s time you found a husband. It sucks because you can’t pick who you want since you have such high political standing, it's all political.

Your mother places a photo of a tall, black-haired, fit man, “Sebastion Acosta, son of the head of Amns.” It takes you a moment to process that, the military-political superpower Amns, population 79,650, is the largest organized government in both of the Americas and Europe. That Amns. “He’s cute, right?”

Blush raids your cheeks, “Mom!”

“Okay, okay, can’t be cool Mom now,” She laughs, “But anyways, your wedding is in five days. Tonight, you’ll be expected to drive there to meet him.” A dry lump forms in your throat.

So here you are. In one of the fanciest trucks in the north, equipped with heated seats and ivory leather. Your stuff in the back with your mom as your dad drives in silence. Everything feels so surreal yet the most raw it’s been in years. And you’ve already cried enough for one night.