72 Hours before I was reborn into the apocalypse, the first thing I did was not stock up on food but rush into the hardware store.
"Boss, pack up those rolls of dusty rope, the rusty screw bag, and the bucket of almost-expired all-purpose glue!"
Old Hu, a handicraft geek, looked at me like I was a fool: "Li Dazhu, are you fucking crazy? Are you buying these rags?"
I picked up the engineer's shovel and sneered: "When the water and electricity are cut off the day after tomorrow, all your precious lumps will be turned into scrap metal!"
When the Ashes virus tore through the city and others were grabbing cans in a pool of blood, I was slurping instant noodles and taking stock of strategic supplies.
"Lao Hu, is that seven hundred and eighty shovel worth it?"
"It's worth it! It's so damn worth it! I can dig holes, cook vegetables, and smash dog heads!"
Amid the commotion of the doomsday, where the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, I sucked the last mouthful of noodle soup:
"Why are you panicking? Even if the sky falls, I have to finish making instant noodles first. I will take you to pick up treasures tomorrow!"
