Back to the apocalypse, I'll bring my beastman and tear apart my stupid parents myself.

Zombie hordes were taking over the city, and the last iron door protecting my home was on the verge of collapse. I ended the call when my sister-in-law tried to contact my brother for help.

That day, my brother opened the protective gates of the safe zone, allowing the zombies to raid and pillage everything from everyone. He ordered a highly intelligent zombie to cruelly claw the unborn child from my sister-in-law's womb and even demanded that my skin be flayed.

"If it weren't for your jealousy, Phoebe wouldn't have been disfigured by the zombies!" he exclaimed.