The apocalypse arrives. While everyone else hides at home, I pick through trash.
While everyone else fights over supplies, I pick through trash.
While everyone else hacks away at zombies, I’m still picking through trash.
Eventually, they jokingly call me the “Apocalypse Bargain Hunter.”
The day I ran into my ex-boyfriend, I was squatting beside a trash can, picking through garbage.
Our eyes met. I smiled at him. “After years abroad, I come back and can only pick through trash. Is it the collapse of morality or the extinction of humanity? Send me 50 yuan and I’ll tell you what I’m planning next.”
He gave me a particularly enthusiastic response: he threw up.
