Tang Pingan has always been a quiet person.
She thought she could live like this forever, peacefully and peacefully.
Until the end came, until she had to pick up the knife, had to run, had to wander on the edge of life and death every day, she also discovered that she was too naive.
But in fact, in this doomsday, she still lives a very ordinary person.
(This is not a story about a heroine. The heroine has no special powers in the early stage. She is very Buddhist and does not farm. I just want to write a story about ordinary people living in the end of the world, so it may be boring and uncomfortable. But in the later stage, the heroine becomes a little stronger and will not be very weak.
The heroine is neither a holy mother nor green tea. She tries her best not to make any mistakes. She is just a very ordinary little girl. I am not considering arranging a male protagonist at the moment. I will just write it as the situation arises and take it as the feeling comes.
The point is, the protagonist is a very ordinary, ordinary person, and the updates will be random. I will write it slowly, and you can read it slowly. )