“Apocalyptic disasters” + “Heroine awakens” + “Frantic stockpiling” + “My whole family thought I was crazy, then begged me in tears to open the door!”
I woke up one day with visions in my mind of Yuncheng falling in 2048, at the end of the world.
Extreme rainstorms, global communications going dark, society collapsing... While everyone mocked me for worrying over nothing, I quietly spent all my savings turning our home into an apocalyptic fortress.
My mother called me crazy. My husband gave me the cold shoulder. Even the neighbors who had once been so close treated me like a joke for hoarding supplies.
Only when disaster struck and people were beating one another bloody over a mouthful of food or a bottle of water did they remember me, the “crazy one.”
But my door was no longer open to just anyone.
