A Timid Girl Who Hoards Goods in the Apocalypse Survives

Chen Anan's fear is always one step ahead of the end. She's not a hero, just a coward who can't even watch horror movies. All her "courage" was spent in the discount section of the supermarket - a wall of compressed biscuits, a fort of cans, and a moat of bottled water. She was jokingly called the "neurotic hoarder" on doomsday forums, weaving a cocoon of "absolute safety" with paranoid supplies. However, the emergency warning of "This is definitely not a drill" instantly shattered reality. The inventory list that she was proud of was full of loopholes before the real catastrophe: the key medicines left behind were stuck in her throat; the cold calculation exposed the cruelty of only 40 days of water left; even the bag of well-intentioned cat food for stray cats in the corner became a death beacon with an alluring aroma. Outside the window, the roar of the collapse of order was intertwined with inhuman roars. Chen Anan huddled in the square fortress piled with food, her heart beating wildly with fear. She doesn't want to be a savior, and her only obsession is as humble as dust - just to live. In the decaying apocalyptic ruins, this hoarder who was greedy for life and fearful of death was forced to embark on the most embarrassing way to survive. Her weapons are the water purification tablets under the bed, the survival manual engraved in her bones, and every dodge and calculation forced by fear. Her growth has nothing to do with bravery, but her transformation into a "King Gou" who is better at hiding, better at enduring, and better at squeezing every chance of survival.