This is a relatively "gentle and special" apocalyptic article.
The end of the world came slowly, and it was controllable at first. The government and the army tried their best to suppress and conceal the riots, and then slowly slid into the abyss... Suspicion, paranoia, and despair spread. The only remaining order in the chaos disappeared, anarchy spread, and some survivors turned into looters, washing away the last trace of goodwill for the struggling compatriots...
Then, the government cannot be trusted, humans cannot be trusted, and the world cannot be trusted... Conscience is gone, and only instinct is left. At this point, the first signs of the collapse of a civilization are beginning to appear... The end of the world has truly come.
Who knows what's going on in this world? ——There are also some people who ask this question and insist on not falling.
"I often speculated on the world with the greatest kindness and tried my best to help others. I thought that even if I died, it would not change... Until that day, my world collapsed. My heart was gone."
"Someone once wrote that saying goodbye means dying a little bit. I never said goodbye, but I embarked on a parting that was destined to end with death. This parting was so long that people didn't know the boundaries between life and death..."
It's a post-apocalyptic zombie story. The heroine is neither a noob nor cold-blooded, but the tone is still sunny.