pride and prejudice and zombies

“If mercy and kindness can't save the world… then this time, I choose violence.” — Ethan Cole Huff… What the hell— …Did I seriously just— get reborn? Fifteen days before it starts? Before everything falls apart… and turns into that game. A voice cuts in— [Ding! Congratulations. You’ve been granted a one-time rebirth opportunity.] [Bonus reward: Spatial Storage Ring.] Ethan goes still. A cheat ability… and a storage ring? …You’ve got to be kidding me. Then— [Please choose: Join the humans… or the zombies?] He stares at it. If he picks human— Yeah. He knows exactly how that plays out. Scraping for supplies. Fighting over scraps. Watching people turn on each other. Dying like everyone else. … He exhales slowly. Then lets out a low, humorless laugh. “Yeah.” “I’ve done that already.” A pause. His gaze hardens. “Let’s try something else.” “Zombies.” For a split second— the system… hesitates. Then— [Warning… selection deviates from expected path.] Silence. And then— [God: …That’s a terrible idea.] A beat. [God: …Go on, then.]