"Caspian!---get in quick !"
Caspian stared in a daze with an axe in hand.
As soon as the apocalypse started---
He had rushed downstairs to the garage floor, to ride over to Rebecca and rescue her—but Emma had actually come to rescue him.
He started heading for Emma's car when he saw her launch straight at him—shoving him aside just before a zombie's maw had his neck.
However, the zombie landed on Emma and tore through her aggressively.
Caspian killed the zombie with multiple axe strikes.
But it was already too late for Emma.
She died smiling as he shamelessly took her car keys and headed for Rebecca.
—---
"Emma," Caspian murmured, as he pulled himself back from his buried past life memories—now resurfacing.
He knew how she felt about him. But he used and discarded her notwithstanding.
The exact thing that was done to him.
And he hated himself for that. He had to atone.
'You won't be dying this time, Emma. I'll make sure of it.'
"Emma—please go home and rest. You didn't lose your keycard," Caspian finally uttered, already used to her shenanigans.
Emma pouted and slumped her shoulders as she made her way back.
'My Caspian is so different today,' she thought inside her head, as her cheeks turned crimson and a crazed look crept across her face.
—----
Over the next month, Catherine kept coming around. Emma kept up her antics.
However, for some reason, Caspian still couldn't give Emma what she wanted.
He only felt guilt and shame when he looked at her.
Caspian kept up his gym regimen.
He also sold off all remaining properties under his name. Though his late parents' company had been ripped apart by the Albus's—
He still had some assets in his name.
He then converted his entire penthouse apartment into a bunker—
reinforced concrete, steel, lead-lined walls, blast-proof glass, EMP shielding, NBC air filtration, independent power and water systems, fire-resistant insulation—
With a state-of-the-art digital security system.
No Zombie or human is getting through all that.
These all ran him about 2 million in credits.
Caspian stocked up on some food just in case. Enough to last two people for a couple of months.
Then, using his previous life contact. He secured a few pump-action shotguns. Good for blowing apart zombie skull—
At least these early-stage ones.
He also purchased an off-road truck, then revamped it almost into a tank—with sharp titanium spikes all around its frame.
—--
Sept 26, 2026.
1:39 pm.
Caspian stood infont of his penthouse floor-to-ceiling window.
Fully decked in a black customised Kevlar long-sleeve T-shirt, vest, trousers, boots, and gloves.
A shotgun loaded and ready in one hand. And a backpack in the other.
Boooom!
He saw an airplane crash into a building. Then he looked at his wrist watch.
"1:40 pm."
"So it begins."