[Transmigrate into a Book as a Cannon Fodder x Hardcore Survival x No Saintly Heroics x Base Building]
I transmigrated into an apocalypse novel about a saintly heroine.
I became the selfish cannon fodder who gets bitten by a zombie in Chapter 10.
The good news: the apocalypse is only 24 hours away.
The even better news: I've read the original. I remember every supply cache, safe zone, and awakening site, as well as all the tricks the heroine uses to play the victim.
No time to awaken an ability? Then I'll plan ahead.
No beginner's protection period? Then I'll make my own.
The heroine relies on her "kindness" to get people to protect her? Sorry, where I'm concerned, kindness won't fill your stomach, and tears aren't weapons.
What can I do in 24 hours?
Here's the answer: before the other survivors even realize what's happening, I'll empty three supply depots, recruit a retired military dog trainer and his three dogs, claim an abandoned air-raid shelter as my base, and leave a little "surprise" along the heroine's escape route.
The apocalypse arrives.
While the original heroine is still using tears to win protection, I'm watching the zombie horde surge from atop the wall, a Molotov cocktail ready in my hand.
While the members of her "devoted fan club" die for her one by one, I've already cleared a safe zone within a ten-kilometer radius with my three military dogs.
When that so-called "organization" comes knocking, hoping to wear us down with a zombie horde...
I give them just one answer: "Do you think I'm a dog or a wolf?"
[This is a story with no System, no golden finger, and no saintly heroine.]
· The protagonist is smart, never saintly, and never dumbed down
· No romance, focused on survival and base building
