The day I transformed into the cannon fodder of the same name in the apocalypse novel,
Lin Zhiyi found himself locked in an old house in the mountains.
There are swarms of zombies outside, and the suicide note left by the original owner's father only has four words: don't open the door.
She stocked up on food, reinforced it, dug traps, and transformed the old house into the only iron barrel within a hundred miles.
Until late one night, a team of survivors covered in blood climbed over the wall and broke in.
The leading man pressed the muzzle of his gun against her forehead:
"This place belongs to us."
Lin Zhiyi pressed the switch in the corner, and the entire house's defense system lit up red at the same time.
"Are you sure?" She smiled, "The last person who said this is still working as fertilizer in the backyard."
