In the lounge.
After Ginny Kane finished telling Sean Kane everything that would happen in the future, she sat in her chair, quietly watching her brother, who stared back at her in disbelief.
A long time later.
Sean spoke with great difficulty. "Ginny, you’ve suffered! Are you short on money lately? It’s fine. Although I don’t have much talent for business, I still have some personal savings. How much do you need? Is a million enough? I’ll transfer it to you right now."
She had thought her brother believed her and was just about to feel touched, only to realize what he actually meant. Meanwhile, Sean wondered what kind of trauma had triggered his sister to make up such a wild story.
"I... Sean, I really..."
Ginny stared speechlessly at Sean, who was looking at her with a pained expression. She felt completely exasperated. If she had known he would react like this, she wouldn’t have tested whether she was truly reborn first. She could have used her morning lottery win to prove that everything she said was true!
"Sean, is your sister’s credibility really that low? The zombie virus outbreak is real. Moreover, Mom and Dad’s deaths were orchestrated by those vampires from the Kane Family. If we hire someone to investigate, we will definitely find the evidence."
"W-What did you just say? Ginny, are you sure?"
Ginny looked at Sean and nodded heavily. "In my past life, two years into the apocalypse, I ran into Lyra Kane during a mission. She said Xander Kane, Shane Dawson, and Vivian Kane were the masterminds. She didn’t know the exact details, but Aunt Caroline told her right before she died."
Sean looked at Ginny in shock, a bitter feeling swelling in his chest. He lowered his head, lost in thought.
Xander Kane was Sean’s eldest uncle. His wife’s name was Caroline Corbin, and they had a son and a daughter. Their son, Wade Kane, was currently the marketing manager of the Kane Group—a playboy with no real competence. Their daughter, Lyra, had a timid personality and was disliked by Xander, but fortunately, Caroline treated her very well.
Vivian Kane was Sean’s aunt, and her husband was Shane Dawson. Their son, Mark Dawson, was twenty-two, the same age as Ginny, and had just graduated from college this year.
After a long silence, Sean chose to believe his sister. He looked up at Ginny and said, "Ginny, this time, I will definitely protect you."
Ginny nodded. "Mm, I know."
The siblings then began to study the two pages of supply lists Ginny had brought.
"According to what you said, you only awakened your Ability to store supplies in the afternoon on the day the zombie virus broke out," Sean said. "That means we have to store the supplies in a safe place and guard them well. Once your Ability awakens, you can store everything, and then we’ll consider venturing out."
Ginny nodded; that was exactly what she meant. "Also, it’s best if only the two of us know the storage location."
After all, in the apocalypse, the most terrifying thing wasn’t the zombies, but the people.
She still remembered how, right after the virus broke out, it was common to see people throwing their companions to the zombies on the streets just to survive. There were even husbands and wives who sacrificed their partners to save themselves.
However, she had also seen many husbands bravely fighting zombies to protect their wives and children.
Ginny had never expected these scenes—things she had previously only seen in movies—to unfold right in front of her eyes.
And at that time, she was so powerless. Facing all those tragedies, she could do nothing. After all, it was hard enough to protect herself; how could she save anyone else?
Shaking her head, Ginny forced herself to stop dwelling on those memories from her past life.
"As for the most crucial weapons, I’ll take care of them," Sean continued. "We can only buy them from abroad. Once your Ability awakens, we’ll go transport them back. Thankfully, I got my helicopter pilot’s license a couple of years ago..."
Ginny interrupted him before he could finish. "No, if we encounter Zombie Birds, we’ll crash immediately."
Ginny also knew the importance of weapons. In her past life, those who possessed weapons were the bosses. They built shelters but charged exorbitant fees—first in supplies, then in Corpse Crystals. By the fourth year of the apocalypse, the most precious commodities had become things like cigarettes and alcohol.
A single cigarette cost more than a dozen Level 3 Corpse Crystals.
"Let’s do this: first, we’ll buy what we can get locally—electric shock sticks, small electric saws, daggers, and machetes. I’ll figure out a way to get the rest." After saying this, Ginny looked at her brother seriously. "Also, Sean, it’s enough that just the two of us know about this. Don’t let anyone else find out for now. After all... it’s too bizarre to believe."
Sean nodded. "Mm, I understand. Just the two of us."
Looking at his sister, Sean rubbed her head. His eyes were complicated, filled with both relief and a heavy burden.
His sister, who had always just wanted to live a relaxed, carefree life doing nothing, was different now. She had grown up, but the price seemed far too high.
Based on her descriptions, coupled with the zombie movies he had seen, it wasn’t hard to imagine how she had lived during those years. He feared it was even more terrifying than he could fathom.
He then realized that despite telling him so much, she still hadn’t mentioned his ultimate fate. He figured he had probably either turned into a zombie or died very early on.
"Ginny, if... if I mutate..."
"Sean, I know. I understand."
Having survived five years in the apocalypse, Ginny knew what the best course of action would be. She didn’t need him to spell it out, but her heart still couldn’t accept it.
She only hoped that in her past life, her brother had died at the hands of a zombie, rather than ending up...
A long silence fell between them.
Ginny finally spoke up. "Sean, how much money do you have left in your personal account right now?"
Sean opened his phone to check. "Tens of millions. Why?"
"Consider selling your shares. That way, we can hoard more supplies. What do you think?"
Sean pondered for a moment before replying, "That works. I’ll just say that I’m truly not cut out for management, so I’ve decided to sell most of my shares. I’m sure they’ll be more than willing to buy them. After all, they’ve been eyeing the Kane Group with their wild ambitions. Heh..."
"That works."
The two then went back to discussing what other items they needed to add to their list.
They continued until Ginny’s stomach began to GRUMBLE. "Hehe, I was in such a rush to tell you everything that I haven’t eaten yet."
Sean checked the time and saw that it was already past six. His own stomach was feeling pretty empty too.
"Ginny, don’t tell me you haven’t eaten anything all day?"
Ginny scratched her head. "Yeah, just this once." She then looked at Sean with a pitiful expression.
"You really... Let’s go. We’re getting some good food. We need to eat as much as we can while it’s still available."
With that, Sean took his sister out of the company to grab dinner.
The next day, Sean announced his intention to sell his shares to the board of directors, asking if any of the other shareholders were willing to purchase them.
Just as Ginny had predicted, Xander stood up immediately. "Sean, Ginny, let’s discuss this privately later. Let’s move on to other matters for now."
Sean smiled and nodded. "Alright. If there’s nothing else, meeting adjourned."