In my last life, I was pushed into a zombie horde by my best friend and boyfriend, and died miserably on the street.
When I opened my eyes, I went back to a month before the apocalypse broke out.
There are hundreds of billions of inheritance lying in the bank card, and infinite space has been awakened.
In this life, I am not in love, not a Holy Mother, and not soft-hearted.
Crazy stocking up: snacks, water, medicine, weapons, villas, gas stations...
The space is full and the sense of security is full.
A scumbag and a bitch want to eat?
There is no door, just blast away.
The cold-faced boss who died trying to save me in my previous life?
In this life, I will find you first,
I'll stock up, you'll keep the house, and we'll live well.
