Free Loot in the Apocalypse? No, I Paid in Advance

Ten years into the apocalypse, I, Wen Lichu, the strongest wage slave and the hapless founder of a base, was sacrificed by a gang of scumbags. When I opened my eyes, well, would you look at that! I was back one month before the apocalypse, now a spoiled young heiress with more money than brains. Thanks, but this time I’m perfectly suited to the job: sending scumbags to their graves! I sold the company, cashed out tens of billions, and began a worldwide “free shopping spree.” A top-of-the-line safe house? Installed! A super blast-proof door? Replaced! Enemies from my past? I’ll make them suffer! Looking at the dwindling balance in his bank account, my scumbag dad lamented, “You ungrateful girl, you’ll be begging for food before long!” I looked at him and smiled without a word, then turned around and stuffed another load of supplies into my space. When frost fell in May and the apocalypse arrived, the whole city wailed in the cold and hunger. I sat in my safe house, red wine in my left hand and skewers in my right, watching that family huddle together and shiver. “Sis, please give me something to eat! Dad’s old, he really can’t go hungry!” my younger sister cried outside the door. I sucked on a lobster claw. “It’s fine. He’ll get used to being hungry.” Just as I was enjoying myself, the sharp-tongued mercenary neighbor who kept hauling rice home in the middle of the night knocked on my thousand-pound door. Leaning against the doorframe, he waved a bottle of 1982 Coca-Cola, his gaze dangerous and amused. “Miss Wen, care to have a drink with me?”