My apocalyptic power is a deck of tarot cards.
It cannot be hit or carried. What you can draw every day depends on your fate.
I counted on it to help me survive, but first it made me run naked for three kilometers in front of zombies.
When the other survivors thought I was some kind of hidden master and looked at me in awe, I could only hold the unreliable stack of cards in my hand tightly and squeeze out the truth from between my teeth:
"Don't ask me what to do. My name is Mei Zhe, and I can't do anything."
