Guide to loving my crazy husband

The first thing she noticed was the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The second was the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be here. She was supposed to be dead. Adrenaline surged through her as she bolted upright, gasping for air. The room around her was familiar too familiar. Her apartment, exactly as it had been four months before the apocalypse began. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone. The date blinked mockingly at her. She was back. Before everything fell apart. Before the world burned. She stumbled to her feet, heart racing. Was this a dream? A hallucination? A cruel trick from whatever god had decided she hadn’t suffered enough? No. The pain in her chest was real. The way her body ached, as if she had just crawled out of the hell that had been her previous life, was real. This was real. And she was not going to waste it. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to think. Four months. That was all she had before everything collapsed. Before the dead rose. Before humanity turned into monsters worse than the infected. Her first priority? Survival. She knew what was coming. She knew where to find resources before they became battlegrounds. And most importantly, she knew who she needed to find. Her mind raced through the people who had mattered in her past life. The ones who had fought by her side. The ones who had died too soon. The ones who had become something more than just allies. Her throat tightened. She had lost them once. She would not lose them again. Her hands clenched into fists. This time, she would be ready. --- It started with small things. Stockpiling food, weapons, medicine. Securing a safehouse a place away from the chaos that would soon consume the city. She worked in the shadows, careful not to draw attention. And then she began searching for them. The first was the mercenary. Ruthless. Efficient. Deadly. He had saved her life more times than she could count, but in the end, he had died protecting her. This time, she would find him first. The second was the doctor. A genius, but unhinged. He had experimented on the infected, desperate to find a cure. His obsession had almost driven him mad. And yet, he had always returned to her. The third was the survivor. Wild, untamed. He trusted no one but her. In the last life, she had saved him. This time, she would do it sooner. And the fourth… Her breath caught. The leader. The one who had always known more than he let on. The one who had hidden secrets even as he helped her survive. The one who had looked at her as if he knew something she didn’t. She needed them all. Not just to survive. But because, in a world that had fallen apart, they had been her only family. This time, she would not let fate take them from her. --- The first night back, she barely slept. Memories of the past haunted her. The screams. The blood. The way the world had crumbled, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but death and regret. She refused to let that happen again. As the first light of dawn crept through her window, she grabbed her knife, her gun, and the determination that burned hotter than any fear. It was time to rewrite the ending. --- She started by raiding the grocery stores while they were still fully stocked. Every bottle of water, every can of food, every medical supply she could carry she took it all. She had no shame in emptying entire shelves into her cart. When people began to notice, she forced herself to move faster. By the time she reached the pharmacy, she was sweating. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. It felt too easy. The last time she had seen a*****e like this, it had been overrun, looted down to the last cough drop. Now, it was untouched. She grabbed antibiotics, painkillers, bandages—anything that could keep them alive when the world fell apart. By the time she made it back home, her apartment was overflowing with supplies. She had four months. And she wasn’t wasting a single day. But as she sat on the floor, breathless, she realized something. She was alone. In her last life, she had fought to survive but she had done it with them. The mercenary, the doctor, the survivor, the leader. Without them, she wouldn’t have made it. And if she didn’t find them soon, they might not make it this time either. She exhaled, steadying herself. Tomorrow, she would start looking. Because this time, she wasn’t just surviving. She was saving them.