OP in the Apocalypse: I Gained a Zombie System and Became the Top Dog

Several incredibly loud knocks came through the door before it burst open, showing Rain watching our hands move back in front of us. He strode in like he owned the place and dropped our takeaway bags on the table. I took a long, deep breath, pulled a bag towards me and pushed another over to Devon.

"Don't we get none?"

I snorted, "We?" I sneered, moving my head around him to see Molly standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes, "Your tears are wasted here, Molly. I have plenty of food in the fridge if you want to eat. This is Devon's money and has nothing to do with either of you," I hissed, earning a snicker from Devon and a surprised gasp from Molly.

I narrowed my eyes and turned on Devon's power.

Fucking bitch, I'll have everything soon. I'll ruin your life and become Rain and Devon's. I need to go and see Ferona. She must have something stronger for them.

A smile spread across my lips, and Devon's eyebrows lifted halfway up his forehead at her delusional thoughts. I pulled up my horde control to give Rain his first task. As he is the only one in my horde, his outline, stats and needs opened in front of me, and I clicked his glowing brain and began to type out his instructions.

1. Slowly pay attention to Molly and persuade her that you want to get rid of me. But I am so loyal you can't leave me.

2. Once she is convinced of your loyalty, tell her that you've seen Devon and me, but you need to take over Ferona's gang to give her the drugs she needs.

3. Over the next few weeks, convince her to leave Ferona's back door open while she is waiting for her drugs. When I am ready, I will tell you when to get her to act.

Devon let out a low, dark chuckle, clearly enjoying the steps I'd given Rain. He watched his pesky nephew drag Molly from the doorway by her elbow and slam the door behind him. With a satisfied sigh, I pulled out the stay-alive survival guide and started making notes on my phone's notes app on the essential gear I should keep in my space for the horde. Devon took the Zombie guide and began flicking through it with renewed interest.

Backpack with triple waterproof lining

A knife

A bag of emergency rations (nuts, energy bars, flapjacks, biscuits, etc)

A water filtration straw

Warm clothes (One outfit and a waterproof jacket)

2 metre plus cord

Battery head and solar torches

A can of medical spray plaster

A map

Survival tin

Waterproof matches

A 9-volt battery and steel wool

Button compass

Water purifying tablets

Tea lights

Non-lubricated condoms

Tampons

First Aid Kit

Gaffer tape

Quick clot

Field dressing

Oropharyngeal or nasal airway

Asherman Chest Seal

Tourniquet

EpiPen

Zinc Oxide

Tape

'Congratulations, you have moved to Level 3 in your outdoor survival skills."

I turned my list to Devon and watched his eyes light up in surprise.

"Do you know anyone who can get the medical products? In a bulk of at least ten thousand or more," I asked.

"I do, but where will you keep it all?"

"As long as all the bags contain the exact same stuff, I should be able to store them in one spot in my inventory. I've thought the same thing about premade food," I took the hot chicken tenders and put them in my space, "Let's see if they're still hot in an hour. If so, we need containers with thousands of shelves to hold the food."

'All you have to do is ask.'

Sorry! I feel like I'm trying to cheat the computer.

'I'm the cheat embedded into the computer, and both of your ideas will work.'

"We will need to hire workers to do those packs correctly, and it would be cheaper to hire cooks to create whatever dishes we can think of," Devon commented with the most efficient plan.

"We can use Rain's warehouses to keep the clean energy products and bulk supplies. Once I've levelled up and added enough people to my horde, I'll be able to get more spaces, but it's every ten levels. Apparently, the system thinks I can take over the hotel at level twenty," I pulled up my mob map and counted all the green warehouses dotted all over the residential area.

Urgh, the stockpile of dangerous drugs around the schools and houses is clever but diabolical. I need to get rid of it all before the apocalypse starts, a safe zone full of ways to exploit and ruin people already on their last legs. Guards on snow to stay up are more likely to shoot their own people than a zombie.

"Imagine if you got sent back one month. We'd be so fucked," Devon chuckled, shaking his head as he read through emails.

"I know," I grumbled, skim-reading the essentials to building a fire and shelter outside.

'Congratulations, you have moved to Level 4 in your outdoor survival skills, and you have unlocked the three types of shelters and four types of fire builds in your item crafting tab. Although, if Devon is getting self-sustaining container homes and RVs, I'm not sure you'll need these," I sighed at the twinges of sarcasm at the end there.

You never know what might happen.

"That AI has a lot of faith in itself," Devon snickered as he pulled out a steak bake and shoved just about half of it in his mouth.

"He also has a lot of faith himself. Maybe he should be checking out his own affairs. His entire family is trying to kill each other; it's ridiculous. No wonder you were murdered in your last life surrounded by these people," he sneered back.

I furrowed my eyebrows and pulled out the chicken tenders. They call them goujons or whatever, and they taste fantastic. I'm not listening to men bicker over bullshit that doesn't matter anymore.

"What a dick! I have nothing to do with my idiot family, and neither does our big brother. I didn't even know he worked with you, and I only ever came here to make sure he didn't traffic you somewhere," Devon looked like he aged ten years at that moment, "If anyone did kill me before, though, it would be my dad."

"Your what?" I blinked, searching through my memories for any mention of him.

Then again, Rain wasn't too forthcoming with anyone except his own parents, and his mom was a work of art only the devil could have created. As much as I hate it, I will have to give her a place in the safe zone. She has a few connections that may surpass an apocalypse.

"My parents are more like Rain than they are like us," he sighed, "I understand why you want to stock up on everything, though. Next year, it'll be gone like, poof, the magic dragon. We will have to download as much media as we can."

"I can make a program to do that. Normally, I wouldn't do something so outrageously stupid, but one way to keep society satisfied is with the media. We will need every language, every country, and the entirety of YouTube. I don't think there's a hard drive big enough to hold it all," I turned the computer screen on and checked the prices for several twenty-terabyte hard drives.

"We can do one better: Use a section of the Internet to host everything, migrate everything to our own server, and isolate it," I know he's smart, but I don't think he's thought that through.

"That is way too much trouble. We would be reliant on a network that is a ticking time bomb. I haven't even thought far enough to fix the issue with the nuclear power plants we live far too close to, but that is a fifty-year problem," I added twenty hard drives and hundreds of memory sticks to the basket.

"I've got in touch with a medical supplier, but I won't be able to get medications, not until the last minute, without getting thrown in jail," he gave me a wink and shoved the other half of the bake into his mouth.

I shook my head in amusement. This is by far the most conversation and fun I've had in two lifetimes. Talk about limiting oneself. In fact, I gave Devon a smirk and lifted my hands from the keyboard to grab the crispy baguette before it got cold.

"I think we can do one better. Why don't we rob them all?" I asked excitedly, shoving the baguette into my mouth, moaning a little at the taste of chicken and sweet and sour.

I felt like it could disappear tomorrow. The gnawing anxiety had crept back in, making me scratch the back of my hand. There wasn't enough time to do anything at the last minute.

"Rob them? I guess I can find where they store their goods, but the police would be gunning for us," Devon said, taking the burner out and typing a number from his phone into it.

Very clever!

I bet he didn't expect to be using it so fast.