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The world Jenna once knew was gone, replaced by a chaotic landscape where the undead ruled. Cities, once bustling with traffic and the constant hum of office life, now stood eerily quiet, littered with abandoned cars and half-eaten remains. Skyscrapers loomed over crumbling streets, their windows shattered like jagged teeth in the skyline. Before the apocalypse, Jenna was just another cog in the corporate machine—26 years old, an office worker who blended into the beige walls of her cubicle. She was sharp-witted, sarcastic, and always found a way to inject humour into the soul-crushing monotony of her daily grind. Her dark brown hair was constantly tied in a lazy bun, and her wardrobe consisted of the same three cardigans rotated in and out of existence. She had dreams, sure, but none of them involved surviving a zombie apocalypse, let alone doing it with newly discovered spatial powers. Now, as a newly minted zombie with a strange ability to store objects in a personal pocket dimension, Jenna found herself navigating a ruined world with the same dry humour that once got her through endless office meetings. Only now, she was hoarding supplies instead of spreadsheets—and doing it in style. --- A/N The MC is dumb as f*ck so, if your looking for smart and strong MC. This story is not for you.

Leon had always been an unlikely romantic. Beneath his imposing frame, tattooed arms, and reputation as a street fighter, he hid a secret: a love for romance novels. In a room cluttered with stuffed toys, bookshelves stacked with novels adorned with delicate covers, and a cozy pink pajama set with pandas, Leon was lost in another world. His rough exterior belied a softer side that very few people had ever glimpsed. For Leon, life was full of contradictions. Despite his soft-hearted nature, he had been caught up in the gritty life of a gangster since he was a teenager. It wasn’t something he had sought out, but trouble always seemed to find him. With a face that looked like it was sculpted for brawls, people tended to assume he was a delinquent. Rejected by peers who feared his intimidating looks, and drawn into a gang when no one else would accept him, Leon had played the role assigned to him, even if it wasn't the life he truly desired. Then, one night, during a gang war that should have been like any other—full of swinging fists, snarling threats, and rules about keeping it to fists and blades—a gunshot echoed. Leon felt a searing pain in his head. The world tilted, then everything went black.