Zombie-Killing Female Firefighter (2): Woke Up and a Whole Day Vanished

I wake up, and poof—a full day is gone. After that marathon stream, I crashed right away, and yesterday? Slept straight through it. No food, nothing. Just sleep.

The second I sit up, I pop some headache meds. Slept way too much, and now my head's pounding like crazy. Even a tiny neck twitch sends jolts through my skull. While waiting for the pills to kick in, I do that neck massage from YouTube that's supposed to help headaches, killing time.

"Phew..." This is why you can't oversleep. Moderation in all things. I chug some ice-cold water to snap out of it. There, brain's back online.

"Phone... phone." I grab my phone first thing. Holy crap, I really slept a whole day away. Yesterday's just gone. It's miraculous. Turns out when humans unleash transcendent power, we can stream forever and sleep like logs. Anyway, lesson learned—I've grown again. Leveled up big time on experience points. Now I get it. What? If I'm having fun, time just whooshes by. That's the revelation. And not just that—I'm secretly great at getting immersed. Thought I couldn't focus, but nope. When I lock in, bam. I'm a girl who can concentrate. Uhuhu. How much more can I grow?! I'm amazing. I pat my own head. If I don't love me, who will? Better than slaving for someone else's praise. Just hype myself up. I know my praise needs better than anyone—what kind I crave most.

"Uhuhu. Good job. Great job~ You did awesome. Praise time."

Headache's totally gone now. I boot up the PC tower and plop into my chair. Computer hums to life. First, check Discord. Didn't log in yesterday, so messages gotta be piled up, right? Or am I overthinking? Nah, at least one. Editor's there, after all. Editor... kyaa~! Yes! Thank god. I check her messages first.

Even in text, I can feel her itching to play. Like, dying to jump in.

Her face from before? Zero interest in games like this. Doesn't scream indie streamer fan either. Kinda wild she's into this scene. Reply comes almost instantly.

Bummer. If she'd said yes, I'd have begged the others to join. Now it's all on me. Recruiting's the hardest part. Nobody plays with me. "Let's collab!" Crickets or polite nos. "Sorry, busy." "Maybe next time." I once waited 20 days thinking "next time" meant for real. Nope. Checked their schedule—wide open. Lied straight to me. Hmm... what now? Who to ask? Anyone? Zilch. No one's my league. Maru and Moteok are way too big leagues... Even with my one-sided closeness, begging's awkward. Wait, was it one-sided again? Stab ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to the heart.

"Ugh! No clue. Dunno!" Ha... tough. Someone give me the answer. Implement a draft system! Quick... eeng. Whatever. I spin in my chair, deep in thought. But I want to collab. Sounds fun. The stream? Nah, me having fun. Pure selfishness. Right to ask?

"Uh... uh... stop. Stooop..." Too dizzy. Halt. Chair, stop. 30+ minutes of agony, I pick the best option. Mass New Year's greetings style. Seen Mom and Dad blast group messages. Yeah! Spam everyone. Hook one? Jackpot. Worst case, Editor's my manager-slash-editor~ No worries.

I open Notepad, draft the template. "Dear... everyone..." Too stiff. Loosen up. "Hello. This is Sena. Since you're friended..." Way too formal. Soften the tone. Ha... stuck again. Wait! Duh, I'm a genius. Black screen, lightning flash moment. Use AI. Phone's got it. YouTube'd it before. Uhuhu.

"Uh... wanna play Zombo together? Like..." Boom. Tone shift. 'Whoa! Super fun game~ Zombo collab? (game console emoji) #Zombo #Game #LFG #FunGuaranteed1000%' Perfect. Social media vibe. AI's insane. How'd it nail that? Copy-paste, send one by one. Replies'll come eventually. I'm the master fisherman, waiting for bites.

"Hope they come quick...! They'll show, right? Come on?" Sudden panic. What if ghosted? Nobody shows? All ignore me? Think it's bait and dip? Add more details? Ding. Humans are fickle. Don't reply if you won't! Fine, I'll wait 5 mins. Then stream. Exactly 5... passed.

"5 more... last one. For real."

4:49...

"10 secs... extend 1 min. 1:06 left."

1 min gone. No way. 5 more...

Ding. Yes!!! Saved. Who's this?

Kyaa~!! Moteok?! Didn't expect her—thanks! No set time, tricky. I can go now tho.

Uh... um...

My eyes pop wide. Me, Sena. Hand on heart... I've lived right. Time to report to heaven! Yup, I'm heaven-bound. Lived good! Kraaaah! Almost jumped for joy—but no, downstairs neighbors.

One down. Two's fine. Just wanna survivor squad—bases, zombie kills. One's enough. But... brain fart. What's that law? Good things snowball good, bad snowballs bad. Murphy's? Whatever.

Messages flood in. All three yes! Sudden scheduling hell. Turns out Raming and Moteok have collabs today. Raming busy tomorrow too, free day after. Maru? Whole week out. Aligning schedules = nightmare. I lean hard on GPT and phone AI for optimal slot. Landed next week Mon-Tue-Wed-Thu. Complaints: 'Peak's weekends, add those.' Shift to Sun-Mon-Tue. Monday conflict. Thu-Fri-Sat-Sun. Gold. But Maru needs 2 hrs ad Friday... server then? Head explodes. Wait, Moteok Thu ad too... New game promo blast. Jealous. No invite for me. Eeng... corps life. Screaming inside. Ragequit tempting. Then Raming forgot Pepero Day—half-cam Pepero content Sunday. Out. Scheduling's brutal. Head about to burst. Quit? Nah, still wanna play. Endured. I coordinated an hour+. Final: ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Week after next, Thu-Fri-Sat-Sun. Boom boom boom! Like 13-14 days out.

"Whoa... head exploded. Brutal."

Back soaked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in sweat. This is why they ghost. Can't sulk like a brat! Grew again. Always growing. I'm epic. So... today? Right, mods with Editor. Can't blue-ball the big corps—chaos. Test server solo first. Disaster otherwise. IQ peaking—92+ brainpower. Spotted issue, fixed it. Ha, praise Sena~!

Finish scheduling, call Editor ASAP. Pick up quick. Please!

"Hello?"

"Editor! Editor! Busy?"

"Uh... no. What's up?"

"Y'know... booked a collab. Zombo collab. Can you open mod server today?"

"Huh? Collab today?"

I grin like an idiot. "Nope! Week after next. Wanna test server today tho—possible?"

"Mm... yeah. Opening now. Ping when ready."

"Uh... announce in stream! Going live soon, thanks!"

"Got it. Fighting today."

"Neeeng~!"

Hang up, stream on. Having plans rocks. Pure bliss. No worries. Confidence surges. Content secured—no begging. Heavenly. Angels'll love me today. Believe it.

"Hey everyone."

Feels like forever.

"Yeah... everyone hear the news?"

Mouth itching. They know? Just set it. Euhihi. No way. Spill or nah?

"Euhihihi. Week after next... 2 weeks out, Zombo collab. Four of us! Locked in four!"

Chat explodes. Collabs unbeatable. They're hyped more than me.

"Ah... no way!" How'd they know? Didn't say. What?

"How'd you guess?" Leak? Whatever, fine. But who's excited? Me-level itchy mouth?

"Eh...? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Huh?" Trap? I fell for it? Thought genuine hype. For real.

"I got trapped?" Deny it. Say leaker. Don't do me like this. Awkward now.

Double-check. Yup. I leaked.

"Mmm... spill?" Already did. Done. One name... say it? Secret? Petty now, but mouth itches.

"Gasp... thanks!" Laugh bursts out. Zangis begging? Feels good. Alpha female success vibe. Want this daily. I just laugh awhile. Laughing triggers dons, chat frenzy.

"Raming! One slot... Raming's in!"

Bliss, spill it. Chat hotter than before. Cool it down.

"Enough now... stop! Today Zombo. Mod server test."

God-tier reaction. These positivity pros... always haters before? Loving the wholesomeness. Hater-blind lately. Wholesome hits different!

"Uhuhu. Sena good job. Chat's pure today... uhuhu. Thanks all. Keep the pretty chats coming! Waiting till Editor opens server."

She signals, I join. Mods took 500MB?! What beast did she grab... Heart racing.