A fatal hypothermia tore through the spring of 2025. When Chen Dongdong closed her eyes in a pool of blood at minus 40 degrees Celsius, she remembered the antibiotics she had not had time to distribute in the secret compartment of the convenience store - that was her last hope to hoard with three months' salary.
When you open your eyes again, time goes back to 73 days before the apocalypse. This time, as a female convenience store manager, she is no longer a lamb to be slaughtered: she hides antibiotics in expired cat litter boxes, steals fuel from her boss's fuel tank, and even stuffs sanitary napkins and baby warmers into surveillance blind spots – every shelf gap has become her survival chessboard.
