I, Five Beautiful Stepmothers, Live in a Mansion at the End of My Life

"My father died the night before zombies gnawed through the door panel, and left me a century-old house covered with moss in the suburbs, and five photos of strange women - a lawyer, a female soldier, a translator... He said this was my 'stepmother'. Three months after the virus broke out, the survivors in the city had already snatched up all the cans. I was squatting in the cellar of my old house, counting compressed biscuits, when I heard the clang of the iron gate outside the courtyard. Five women came in with blood stains on them. One held up a legal document and said, "I have a share of the inheritance." One wielded a military spike and slashed at the overcoming zombies. There was also a psychological counselor who stared at my red eyes: "If you are afraid, just speak out and we will live together." I thought this was a redundant situation until I dug out the 'Doomsday Manual' that my father had hidden in the rafters - hidden compartments on the three underground floors could store supplies for three years, and their 'backgrounds' were all fake. Zombies were piled up outside the wall. I touched the newly unlocked mechanism in the secret room and suddenly discovered: the most dangerous thing was not the monster that gnawed the bones, but the stepmother who blocked the claws of the zombies for me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.