The Deep Freeze Begins: Stockpiling Supplies Before the Disastrous Apocalypse

[Apocalyptic disasters + stockpiling supplies + no goody-two-shoes heroine + no romance + space]

When the apocalypse came, I didn't die of the cold or starvation. I died because of my foolish need to play the self-sacrificing saint: my neighbors beat me to death.

This time, I'll eat hot pot, sing songs, and watch you all die.