The agony faded, and when Ye Zixi opened her eyes, she found herself back a month and a half before the apocalypse. Her “best friend” had not yet pushed her from a high-rise, and her parents had not yet been killed by a horde of zombies. The storage space that suddenly appeared in her palm became her bargaining chip for changing her fate.
She acted at once: selling her properties at a loss, maxing out every online loan, and filling a three-page list. She packed her space with ration bars and purified water, stocked up on gasoline and generators, and gathered medicine from cold remedies to antibiotics. She collected weapons ranging from fire axes to modified crossbows, and even stored five years' worth of winter clothes for her family.
She turned a detached house in the suburbs into a safe house, reinforcing the doors and windows and installing security grilles. She brought her parents home early, stopped her younger brother from going to a dangerous amusement park, and tracked down Uncle Zhang, who had once given her half a steamed bun in her previous life. Under the pretext of having him look after the house, she brought his family over too.
On the day the apocalypse arrived, she watched from the safe house window as her cousin Ye Ming, who had once stolen her supplies, and Lin Weiwei, who had pushed her from the building, struggled amid a horde of zombies. Ye Zixi stood with a fire axe in her hand, her eyes calm and cold.
This time, she would not obsess over revenge. She would protect the people she cherished and live in peace through the apocalypse.
