In a luxurious building on the 10th floor in Detroit, a man with an athletic body, born with a half-American, half-Turkish warrior temperament, lay exhausted on the couch. Faint, indistinct words escaped his lips. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Startled by the noise, he fell off the couch and hit his head hard on the coffee table. He let out a painful roar and immediately got back on his feet.
Dean: "Aaaghhh! Damn it, what just happened?"
Dean finally came to his senses and managed to look around. He realized he was sitting in a slightly familiar apartment.
Dean: "What's going on? Am I… not dead?"
Still dazed, Dean muttered to himself. Just then, the doorbell rang again. Quickly, he straightened up, grabbed the handgun from the table, and hid behind it, carefully opening the door.
Pizza Delivery Guy: "Uh… sir… your pizza…"
The delivery guy extended the pizza box nervously, clearly surprised by the man standing before him. Dean wore a gray short-sleeve t-shirt, his athletic body visible, the sides of his hair shaved while the top was messy—charismatic, almost like a devil come from hell. His head was bleeding slightly, but he looked at the man with a smile.
Dean: "Who are you? What pizza?"
Pizza Delivery Guy: "Uh… sir, you ordered a pizza. That will be twelve dollars."
Dean looked at the man holding the pizza like a scared cat, barely smiling. He pulled out twelve dollars and handed it over.
Dean: "Ah… thank you."
He took the box and closed the door. Dean quickly grabbed his phone and froze when he saw the date.
Dean: "Today's date… 2010? How is this possible?"
Confused, he stared at his phone. That's right—Dean had traveled 30 years into the past. The apocalypse had happened in his original timeline. Nations had fallen, zombies roamed everywhere. Survival was the only battle people fought. Dean had been everywhere, seen everything, lost countless friends, and witnessed the collapse of many groups. The last time, he had died in a massive zombie wave. But now, he was back in the past, with the opportunity to change everything.
Dean: "I'm back in the past… I can build my own army and protect everyone I care about."
He sat on the couch, grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and tended to the wound on his head at the same time.
Dean: "The apocalypse is five years away. I have to be ready by then."
TV Announcer: "Today, shares of the famous company Wilton Motors have begun to drop significantly. The company, which claimed to produce environmentally friendly cars, announced a delay in their vehicle release due to a problem in production."
Dean paused, thinking. Suddenly, he realized the truth—the cars weren't defective. A low-level employee had tried to secretly sell the cars to other companies to make a quick profit, but he was caught, and sales resumed properly. Soon after, the shares skyrocketed, and massive profits were made. Dean decided to take advantage of this, planning to grow his wealth and build a secure hideout. He immediately invested all his savings—10 million dollars—into the stock, predicting that the shares would soar in four days, yielding enormous profits.
Dean: "Alright, I've bought 10% of the shares. In four days, 10 million will become a billion. This is going to be huge, haha!"
Dean smiled contentedly and continued his daily exercises. Staying fit was crucial in the apocalypse—otherwise, he'd gain unnecessary weight. Only zombies would enjoy the delicious food he prepared.
Using the advantage of being back in the past, Dean made a crucial pre-apocalypse decision by investing in Wilton Motors. Now, in anticipation, he waited for the stock to rise, hoping to increase his fortune. In the intricate dance of past and future, Dean prepared to shape his own destiny.