Three years into the apocalypse, Xu Zhiqing died betrayed by the person she trusted most. As she was shoved into a horde of zombies, she gazed up at the blood-red sky, regretting only that she had misjudged people and let herself be bullied.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to three months before the outbreak.
This time, only coldness and resolve remained in her eyes. Her memories of her previous life were her weapon, and the portable space she had unexpectedly bonded with was her source of confidence. It could hold mountains of supplies and keep danger at bay, making it the strongest fortress she could have in the apocalypse.
“Food? Medicine? Weapons?” Xu Zhiqing curled her lips in a cold smile. Her space was already piled high with supplies.
“Teammates? Trust?” She scoffed. Going it alone was the best way to survive the apocalypse.
From frantically stockpiling supplies to calmly and decisively fighting for her life; from struggling to survive against her will to taking control of her own fate. With her hair tied back and a blade in hand, Xu Zhiqing gradually shed her naivety and carved out her own path through the ruins.
Who says women in the apocalypse can only depend on others? She was determined to be her own queen, and with her portable safe zone, become the brightest light in the end times.
He is reborn and has compassion. He deserves to be deceived.