The Reborn Young Master's Guide to Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse UNEDITED VER

Chapter 2: Young Master is Back

I felt something warm on my face. I slowly opened my eyes. The sunlight was peaking through the curtains.

I winced in pain when I sat up. It felt like I was hit by a truck. My whole body was in pain and bruised all over. I felt faint like I had a fever, my black hair was stuck to my forehead.

Where was I? Didn't Rene kill me?

I looked around the oddly familiar room. The room was bare except for the bed that I was sitting on, a dresser and a closet. The walls were painted black.

Was this my room? I thought. How was this possible? Didn't my room get destroyed during the first month of the apocalypse?

Wait...it couldn't be...

I got out of bed, ignoring the pain and sweat that trickled down my forehead. On my dresser was my phone.

I picked it up and carefully read the time. I was so shocked that I dropped it on the floor.

It was August 1st, 2078. This meant I reincarnated two years in the past, when I was only 18 years old. I had 1 month before the end of the world on September 1st, 2078.

My heart swelled with joy and longing. Did this mean Kyle, James and Tristan were still alive?

I ran towards my room door and was about to yank it open when someone beat me to it.

A handsome young man stood outside wearing a classy black suit, his slender white hands covered by black leather gloves. His hair that was as blue as the ocean was parted to the side and eyes that were equally blue stared at me. It was my most trusted and loyal butler: Tristan.

I ran towards him and embraced him in a hug.

"Young Master?" He questioned in shock.

Tristan was only a year older than me and was Kyle and my butler. He has been working as a butler since we were 12 years old.

Hot tears streamed down my face when I remembered how he sacrificed himself to a horde of zombies in order to save me.

"Young Master!" He exclaimed when he pulled back and saw me crying. "What's wrong?"

I just shook my head.

Tristan understood that I did not want to speak so he just simply helped me sit back down on my bed.

After a few minutes, I finally calmed down. During this time, I resolved to tell him everything.

I took a breath and told him my story. He listened attentively. When I got to the part where Kyle, James and him all died to protect me, my head dropped low.

"Young Master, don't blame yourself. It is my duty as your butler to protect you with my life. I believe you, Young Master."

I simply nodded and looked up at him. "You do?" I asked. "Really?"

He looked at me seriously. "Young Master Asher never lies."

I laughed at his reasoning.

"Trist, I told you to drop the formalities. Just call me Ash. Also, I need to know what happened to me? Why was I laying down in bed? Shouldn't I be at the Maxwell Boarding School for the Young and Rich Elites?"

Tristan's face turned red from embarrassment. "Young Master, I am but a lowly butler: a mere slave. How could I ever call you by your nickname? That would mean that I think of you as my equal. Young Master Asher is above me, as forever and always. Please, I simply can't drop the formalities and I would appreciate it if you would please stop calling me by that nickname, it is improper for a man of your status to even be considered my equal."