Reborn to Stockpile Supplies for Doomsday

In my previous life, when the zombie outbreak began, I gave my best friend my chance to survive.

She shoved me into a horde of zombies instead, sneering, “A self-righteous saint like you deserves to be eaten.”

When I opened my eyes again, I was back three months before the apocalypse.

Seeing her message asking to borrow money, I smiled and blocked her.

Then I rented an abandoned air-raid shelter in the suburbs and stockpiled tens of thousands of tons of supplies.

This time, I’ll watch her kneel outside the shelter and beg me for help,

then blow the zombie behind her head off with a single shot.