As soon as the screen displayed 'World Generation Complete,' something unusual occurred.
It felt like a light suddenly pulled itself out of me—like part of my soul was being lifted away.
I couldn't see the other four.
Before I could understand what was going on, my body started floating.
Then, out of nowhere, a small screen appeared in front of me—just like the ones I always saw in video games.
[Choose Your Role]
▶Scavenger
▶Bladeslinger
▶Gunslinger
▶Tank
▶Medic
▶Techno Scout
▶Demolitionist
[You have selected: Gunslinger]
Type: Ranged / Shooter / Precision / Marksman / Tactical Positioning
Class Tier: ★★★★
Role Focus: High Damage / Long-Range Control / Mobility
Description:
A sharpshooter with advanced weapons and deadly aim. They excel at long-range combat, striking with speed and precision. Quick, accurate, and deadly—they eliminate enemies before they can even get close.
[▶Confirm] [▶Back]
I clicked [▶Confirm].
Right after I made my choice, something strange happened.
It felt like my whole body was being pulled away—like getting sucked into a fast-moving wind tunnel. The force kept building, stronger and stronger.
My surroundings twisted and blurred, colors stretching and streaking past, as if reality itself was unraveling.
And then—everything turned white.
Suddenly, I was standing in a completely different place.
[WORLD TRANSFER COMPLETE]
> You have now entered the world: Zombie Apocalypse
[!] IMPORTANT QUEST [!]
»Objective: Rescue 25 Survivors
▶Role: Gunslinger
▶Status: Alive
▶Survival Mode: ACTIVE
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The first thing I noticed was my skin—it was a different color than before. I reached up slowly and touched my face and hair. They didn't feel the same. Nothing felt familiar. This wasn't my old body anymore.
I had been given a completely new form—a different face, a different build. I spoke up a little, and even my voice was different.
"Ahghh!"
A sudden loud scream made me jump. I quickly turned to see where it came from—it was a young woman standing nearby. She had her hands clenched into fists, and she looked like she was about to cry.
"I know this is a really hard situation for all of us," the other young woman said gently, stepping forward to comfort her. "I mean… we died, and somehow we got reincarnated with new bodies and faces into a completely different world. That's not exactly something you go through every day."
"No! It's not that! I mean, yeah, dying and being thrown into this weird zombie world is bad, but that's not what's bothering me the most!"
She pointed dramatically at her combat uniform and backpack.
"Look at this outfit!" she cried. "Where did all my expensive, luxurious, elegant, aesthetic clothes go? Those clothes were limited editions and were custom-made! Wait—you mean I got reincarnated, but my luxurious clothes didn't?!"
She stomped her foot and crossed her arms, clearly frustrated.
They also had different bodies and faces now, but I could still tell who was who—the blonde one and the black-haired one were easy to recognize.
"Alright, enough complaining, everyone!" the guy with glasses finally spoke up, raising his voice just enough to catch our attention. He still wore glasses in this world. "We're all here for one reason — to complete the quest and earn the chance to be resurrected. Don't you want to go back to your real life?"
His words made the group quiet down a bit. The atmosphere was tense, but everyone was listening now.
Even though we had only just met earlier before we all got reincarnated, I can still recognize the resemblance in them — the way they move, talk, and react. That's how I can tell who's who, no matter what form they take.
We were all inside a large tent made of thick canvas. It was clear that we were in our base camp—a place where we could sleep, rest, or talk about our plans. Some sleeping bags were rolled up in the corners.
"Now," the guy with glasses continued, "as you all know, right after we got reincarnated into this world, each of us was given a chance to choose a special role to help us survive. Those roles are important. They're the key to completing our mission."
He paused for a second, then added, "So, I think it's a good idea to introduce ourselves and share what role we picked. That way, we can get to know each other better and work as a team."
He placed a hand over his chest and gave a small nod. "I'll go first. My name is Gabriel Lanford, and I chose the role of Bladeslinger. That means I specialize in fast, close-range combat using blades or swords. I can fight up front and deal with enemies quickly before they get too close."
After Gabriel introduced himself as the Bladeslinger, he glanced at me, waiting for me to speak next.
"My name is Matthew Varnel, and I chose the Gunslinger role," I said without hesitation.
I tried to sound confident. "I guess I'm good with guns… or at least, I hope I will be," I added with a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood.
The blonde young woman from earlier spoke next. She gave me a side-eye and crossed her arms, looking a little annoyed — but not unfriendly.
"Name's Guin Harkness," she said with a dramatic sigh. "I picked the Scavenger role. Honestly? I just clicked the first thing I saw. I ain't good with this kind of stuff. I never played video games or watched anime or whatever it is you all were talking about earlier. I only ever watched food mukbangs and makeup tutorials."
We couldn't help but chuckle, even though we knew she was just trying to hide how nervous she felt. Humor seemed to be her armor.
Then the other young woman stepped forward, offering a gentle smile.
"Hi everyone, I'm Freya Storm," she said in a calm, steady voice. "I chose the Medic role because… well, I was a nurse in our world."
There was a pause as we all took that in.
"I don't know how useful I'll be in a fight," she continued, "but if anyone gets hurt, I'll be there to help. That's what I can do."
Her words made us feel a bit safer. There was something comforting about her tone, like she genuinely cared about the people around her—even though we'd all just met.
Finally, the quiet young man at the edge of the group stepped forward. He adjusted the straps on his gear and spoke in a low, calm tone.
"Percy Flint," he said simply. "I picked the Techno Scout role."
"I'm not great with weapons, but I figured I could help in other ways—scouting ahead, detecting threats, using tech to keep us alive."
He didn't say much, but the seriousness in his eyes told us enough—he was someone we could probably rely on.
And just like that, our strange little team of strangers began to feel a bit more real. We didn't know everything about each other, and we didn't know what dangers were waiting outside the tent, but one thing was clear—we were all stuck in this zombie-infested world, and we had one goal:
Survive... and complete the quest to be resurrected.
This was just the beginning of our story.
"So what now? Are we just going to stand here and stare at each other's faces?" Guin asked, raising an eyebrow. Her arms remained crossed, and her tone was half-joking, half-serious.
We glanced at each other, unsure how to respond. The awkward silence stretched for a few seconds before she spoke again.
"I mean, no offense, but this whole zombie apocalypse thing still feels like a bad dream," Guin muttered. "Honestly, maybe we should've picked something else—like the Murder Mystery category. Or I don't know… maybe even the Insect Empire one. I'd rather be reincarnated as a mosquito than get bitten by a zombie."
Gabriel stepped forward, his expression calm but focused. He pushed the tent flap aside just a little and peered outside.
"Let's try to explore this place and see what's going on. We won't learn anything by sitting in here doing nothing."
He turned to face us, his voice now a bit more serious.
"If we want to survive this world and complete our quest, we need to move. Explore. Gather supplies. Figure out how things work—just like in the movies or games. Either way, we need information."
Freya packed her small satchel and stood up. "Let's stick together, alright? We don't know what's out there, but at least we have each other."
With that, we all took a deep breath, stepped out of the tent, and into the unknown.
The sky was dark and cloudy, and the world around us looked broken—like a city long abandoned, overgrown, and taken back by nature.
Guin gulped. "Yup, definitely should've picked the Insect World."