In the Apocalypse, I Only Have a Tricycle to Get Around

Xu Yao woke up from a nightmare, frightened awake. No one knew whether what she’d seen in her dream was real: she and all the other workers at the sweatshop had turned into zombies.

Her hands were fine, her feet were still there, her stomach was fine, and so were the other girls.

She went from bed to bed, lifting the mosquito nets.

“Xu Yao, are you crazy?” One girl had stayed up all night without sleeping. When she and Xu Yao met eyes, they both jumped in fright.

“Sorry, sorry.” Xu Yao hurried back to her own bed...