Some people stockpile supplies in the apocalypse. I spend my lifespan.
Some awaken supernatural abilities in the apocalypse. I still spend my lifespan.
Some build shelters and carve out territory. I keep spending my lifespan.
Then a zombie horde struck, and everyone fell apart.
“Boss, I’ll give you a hundred tons of supplies. Please, save my life.”
“Boss, please take me in. My ability can help guard your home.”
“All the shelters are willing to make you our leader. Please help us get through this crisis...”
Me: “Sorry, I’m the one who created the zombie horde. You can all log off now.”
