On the day she was fired from the company, Suman clutched the N+1 compensation with only coldness in her eyes. She is not a frustrated migrant worker, but a survivor who has been reborn with painful memories of the end of the decade.
In her previous life, zombies arrived and civilization collapsed. She fled in a hurry with her parents, grandparents and younger brother, but was falsely taken in by her fellow villagers. That family turned around and sold them to the thugs in the mountains and used them as food rations. The whole family died miserably, with endless hatred engraved in their bones.
She clearly remembered that the raging zombies were just a prelude, and the huge blizzard that swept across the country a few months later was the real world-ending disaster. The low temperature freezes everything, and food and grass are cut off. What is more terrifying than zombies is the hunger-mad humanity.
She will never make the same mistakes again in this life. She has no golden fingers and no system. She just relies on herself and her favorite family to build the strongest shelter.
The doomsday has come as expected, and zombies are wandering in the wilderness of the village. Immediately afterwards, a blizzard fell suddenly, the ground was frozen, and the survivors who were short of supplies began to loot everywhere. The enemy who had backstabbed her family in her previous life had indeed come to visit, still wearing a friendly cloak, coveting her supplies, and trying to repeat his same tactics to harm her family.
The corpses are everywhere, the cold is biting, and the evil people are watching. Relying on the survival experience of his previous life, Suman clung to the flour mill shelter, calmly laid out, hard-core defense, and battled wits and courage with distorted human nature. He fiercely fought back against the enemy, tried his best to protect the family, and survived the darkest winter of the apocalypse in a double desperate situation.
Intention: Being down-to-earth, you can solve difficulties only by yourself