Apocalypse Twins: Stockpiling in My Space, Beating Up Scumbags

Reborn, I Stocked Up with My Best Friend and Face-Slapped My Scumbag Ex

Reborn three months before the apocalypse, I immediately sold my company shares and cashed out a hundred billion.

My best friend called in the middle of the night: “You were reborn too? Hurry and buy supplies!”

We rented the biggest cold-storage warehouse, cleared out supermarkets around the world, and fortified a safe house.

My scumbag ex brought his new girlfriend along to laugh at us for worrying over nothing.

Then acid rain wiped out the world, and they knelt outside our safe house, begging for scraps.

I switched on the public address system: “Want to come in? Start by barking like a dog.”