People Sign in at the End of the World

In the traditional apocalypse, tomorrow is a miserable life, and you may die at any time. In my apocalypse, people sit at home and come to the sky with supplies. The warehouse bursts with just one sign every day. What! A moldy bread in exchange for a wife, I want to fight ten, what! Joining the shelter passes 250ml of water every day, and that little water is not enough for me to wash my feet. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.