Three months into the advent of the apocalypse, Earth had turned into a supernatural RPG with horror and death as its motif. Except this real-life RPG game had no respawns. There was no second life. 

And Vaeril, a loner and hermit by cultivation, was quietly eking out his survival, making only the most minimal of human contact and avoiding the general majority of the population--zombies. When he sees a pair of siblings fleeing from a horde of zombies, he broke his carefully cultivated hermit-tude and attempted to save them. 

Vaeril should have known better. Humans were the real monsters of the apocalypse. Their betrayal left him subsequently bleeding and poisoned on the floor of an apartment. But not all hope was lost.

In his most desparate moment, right on the brink of death, a system notification popped out. 

[You have unlocked the quirk [Transmigration].]