My sister and I were both reborn.
She grabbed the farm, thinking she'd won the doomsday.
I smiled and took the "empty" mansion.
She didn't know: her grain is a magnet for killers.
She didn't know: my basement is a high-tech fortress.
When the zombies came, she begged at my gate with a mob.
I just sipped my coffee and listened to her screams.
This time, I'm not the loser.