Doomsday: the Style of My Shelter is Wrong

Name: Doomsday: the Style of My Shelter is Wrong
Author: Writerekebgh

by Writerekebgh

ongoing Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic Female Lead

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7Kwords2chapters

Latest:

Ch. 2 — Locusts Cross the Border and Empty Out Wholesale Markets

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Updated 23d agoScraped 9d ago

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About This Novel

[Doomsday Survival + Space Stocking + Mobile RV + Relaxed and Funny + Big Heroine] The red mist descends and the world falls. When everyone sells their dignity for half a piece of moldy bread and eats in order to survive - Su Mian was lying in the modified heavy-duty RV, with the constant temperature air conditioner blowing at 26 degrees. Holding the ice-cold Happy Water in his left hand, he picked up a piece of beef roll in his right hand and sighed at the zombie who was banging on the door outside the window: "Stop knocking. Just knock the hairy belly up and down seven times and it will be fine. If it's too late, it won't be crispy anymore." Reborn one month before the end, Su Mian sold her house, took out a loan, and cashed out 50 million. Others laughed at her for being crazy, but others laughed at her because they couldn't see through it. Hoarding supplies? No, she moved the entire supermarket into the space! Converting an RV? No, she drove the mobile fortress into the wasteland! The leader of a certain surviving base said: "Please, Mr. Su, please give me a stutter. I'm willing to use family heirlooms in exchange!" A certain cold soldier king (male protagonist): "... I just want that braised pork recipe." Su Mian: "Want to get on the bus? OK, first sign a deed of prostitution, food and accommodation will be provided, no salary, and you have to be responsible for fighting." This is a happy story about a max-level social animal who turns the wasteland into a resort in the apocalypse while making crazy complaints.