"Here is the list and current rankings:"
1.God
2.amjusthereforfun
3.Zidok
A cruel laugh echoed as the system's voice dripped with mockery.
"Hahaha! Did your weak ass actually think you'd land in the top three? What a joke."
It continued without mercy.
"Not only were you the last one to be transferred into this world, but you also spawned in the weakest continent — the one filled entirely with humans."
Then the system's voice dipped, twisted with a smirk of contempt.
"Oh, and if you were a racist in your previous life — not that I care which pathetic world you're from — I've got some bad news for you: everyone in this world is Black."
The young man narrowed his undead eyes.
You have quite the personality, he thought.
"Who are you talking to, brother?" his sister asked through their telepathic link.
"Wait... you can't see this notification sister?"
"No ."
"Why did you call that zombie 'sister'? And... why does it appear to have consciousness?"
A pause.
"Stranger still, she's not even registered on my list of contenders. Something's definitely off..."
Another pause.
"Do I report it? Mmm... Nah. I hate those arrogant higher-ups anyway."
Then, with venom:
"Anyway — you've got two hours to consume a human brain, or you die. That's it. Game over. Bye, you weak fuck. I'd be shocked if you make it out alive."
The message blinked out, leaving a heavy silence behind.
"No... I can't die. Not after everything we've been through," the boy whispered, his voice trembling as desperation began to take hold.
"Sister, we have to eat a human brain — before the two hours are up."
As if summoned by fate, a battered vehicle screeched through the street, careening wildly through hordes of zombies. A wild-eyed young man leaned out the window, screaming:
"I LOVE THE APOCALYPSE!"
From another direction, a family darted through the chaos. Zombies were slow — but fear was faster. Then, tragedy struck: a little girl in a pink dress stumbled and fell right in front of the twins.
"Mooommyyy!" she wailed, reaching out as her mother turned back instinctively.
The father grabbed her arm, eyes wide with terror.
"Leave her! We can always have another child — just run!"
Torn, the mother hesitated... but obeyed. They disappeared into the dark, leaving their daughter behind.
The little girl sobbed, curled on the ground, trembling.
The boy twin stepped forward, slow and heavy, each motion burdened by pain and necessity. He crouched, staring into her terrified eyes.
"I'm sorry, little girl... but I don't want to die."