My mom was born with princess syndrome. When the apocalypse came, we struggled to survive, but she squandered our supplies with abandon.
"No, I can't bathe in anything but purified water! I'll get a rash!"
"If I have to eat that disgusting convenience food, I'd rather get bitten by a zombie right now!"
"My best friends are so pitiful. Let's take them in."
In less than half a year, our reserves were gone. My brother and father died one after another while searching for supplies outside.
She still refused to learn her lesson. When I restricted her access to our supplies, she came to hate me.
During an escape, she shoved me into a horde of zombies and left me to be torn to pieces.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning of the apocalypse.
My mom was about to use our stored water to bathe. "I'm filthy! I'll die if I don't wash!"
I snatched the water away. "Then die and show me! From today on, supplies are rationed. No one gets to take more than their share!"
