Autumn Space! Activate!

The zombie virus broke out, and I was woken by the pounding rain.

I blinked and noticed a floating five-pointed star in my field of vision.

Oh my god! Could this be the mysterious System from the novels?

I took a deep breath and tapped it!

A flash of white light rushed toward me. I squeezed my eyes shut, and after a few moments, I slowly opened them again.

There before me was a familiar interface, one I couldn't possibly mistake: my online space.

I refreshed the page and saw familiar usernames flash by one after another. All my mutuals shouted in unison in the space: "What the hell, you guys are posting status updates before anything else even during the apocalypse?!"

Sorry, I think I was dreaming. I dreamed that my golden finger in the apocalypse was an online space I could access anytime, anywhere, and that all my mutuals were running around inside it...

With trembling hands, I typed and tentatively posted my first status update of the day:

Husbands, the apocalypse is here and I'm freaking out. My fandom is still on the island, who gets it...

Watching the number of R.I.P. messages keep climbing, I burst into tears.

Even my friend, who usually sleeps like the dead, left an unusually sympathetic comment today: Poor thing.

Just as I was about to exit the interface, I heard tires rolling over asphalt. Right after that, someone downstairs began screaming at the top of their lungs: "Mutuals recruitment car! Straight to Mutuals 002 Survivor Base! No troublemakers! Get on board and give us your online ID so we can check your credentials!!!"

I stuck my head out and barely made out the person through the rainy darkness. The rain was so loud that I had to scream at the top of my lungs too: "Husband, wait for me!!!"

In the story, I'll only use CN to refer to people. I'm Gan Shier. Feel free to add me as a mutual, and watch me scavenge for junk in the apocalypse.

Theme: Finding a way to survive when all hope seems lost