Doomsday: Building a Shelter in Advance

It's only a few tens of thousands of words and it already has some flaws. I've lost confidence in continuing to read it. The protagonist's biggest advantage is the shelter, and the theme is also the shelter. But after only a few chapters, he's either getting his base raided or starting to recruit others. Anyone who's not stupid knows that he has a lot of supplies and a small warehouse.

The plot is a bit melodramatic! Someone holds a knife to your throat and threatens to kill you, and you decide to help pretty girls just because you see them. What a saint!

Can't you give me some encouragement? Being a new author is tough; you need encouragement. Although the author seems a bit silly You see the idiot on the roadside, Shouldn't we at least show some sympathy? Furthermore, you left so many comments about people dying from poisoning. Let other readers read the comments, then delete the book and leave. What if there's something else you like?

Most people who write apocalyptic books lack common sense; have they been brainwashed by American TV shows? If it's a zombie apocalypse story, once you leave the city, you won't lack supplies. There are plenty of warehouses outside the city and very few people. Why risk going to a supermarket? Food is plentiful these days; if you hide in the fields, you'll find something to eat as long as you're not stupid.

Although I haven't been to the town much, why wouldn't a gathering place of 1,000 people have any cars? I bought a car and said I'd leave it in town, but that would be too much of a challenge, so I rode a bicycle to find fuel.

It's impossible for all the fuel in a car to evaporate in over a month. It's only possible that someone else collected it or the driver used it up while trying to escape. When the pandemic first hit, I left company cars at construction sites for 2-3 months during the holidays. We only needed to have the batteries jump-started when the batteries died, and the fuel gauge never changed. The fuel in a car's tank probably wouldn't change even after a year; how could it all evaporate?

Forget it! I'll rewrite it. I start by being reborn five years before the apocalypse, then win a hundred million in the lottery, and then make ten times my initial investment in stocks. I buy land, build fortresses, open smelting plants, cast steel pipes without fumes, and then open a fertilizer plant.

Knowing there were people in the town, they still chose to place supplies elsewhere instead of underground. The beginning mentioned that placing the solar panels on the roof was very discreet, so why were the panels stolen along with them? In a zombie world, having to drink at night and sleep with earplugs is absurd.

Well written, I like this style that's understated and takes things one step at a time.

Don't hoard too much supplies. If they're found, they'll fall into the hands of those in lower-level areas. Once the shelters are safe, a market will naturally form. Where there are people, there will be trade, and with profits taken, it will gradually become a gathering place.