Surviving the apocalypse with a wife and a system! [GL]

heart was already moving in directions she had not fully named yet.

Maybe that was enough for now.

Maybe not.

But for tonight, it was enough to keep moving.

Bai Li sat down again, opened the group chat one more time, and started planning how to handle the people who were getting too bold. She would not answer the begging with kindness if kindness only made them greedy. She would not answer the threats with fear if fear only invited more threats. She would draw a line, and if anyone stepped across it, they would learn what that meant the hard way.

As for Lin Lei and his mother, she already had them marked.

As for the man who kept asking for cigarettes and food, she had screenshots.

As for the people pretending to care about children while trying to pressure her, she had their names.

And as for anyone who thought their little schemes would work when there was a woman with spatial ability, surveillance, and enough patience to wait for them to show their hands, they were in for a very rude awakening.

In the living room, the little girl crawled up next to Yan Cijin and leaned her head against her arm. Yan Cijin looked down and gently stroked her hair, her expression softening in a way only Bai Li got to see from this angle. Bai Li saw it too, and for a moment her thoughts went very quiet. The image was simple, but it was enough to make her want to protect that entire scene with both hands. The child, the mother, the room, the food, the warmth, the tiny quiet joy of something that still felt like a home.

Outside, someone was still typing in the group chat with a fake tone and a hungry heart.

Inside, Bai Li’s eyes turned a little colder.

Though, it was obvious that their plan would fail miserably.

On the other side, Bai Li sat in a chair looking at various social media posts. Her phone screen kept lighting up in her hand, one post after another sliding past her eyes as she scrolled with a calm face that did not quite match the messy world outside. At first, she was just checking the usual stuff, the kind of random posts people made when they had too much time and too much fear sitting in their chests, but the more she looked, the clearer it became that the whole internet was already soaked in panic. Some people were posting about the city water supply, some were saying the power was going to cut off soon, some were sharing blurry videos of roads blocked by abandoned cars, and some were still trying to act like nothing was wrong, as if saying the word apocalypse too many times would somehow make it less real. Bai Li kept reading post after post, her thumb moving slowly while her eyes stayed sharp. There were screenshots from local groups, short videos from building chats, and clips from people hiding in their homes while shouting in the background that the zombies on the street had started moving weird again. A few of the videos were fake or edited too much, but some looked so real that even Bai Li paused for a second before continuing. The internet was always like this. Half chaos, half joke, and a tiny part of truth hiding in the middle.

One post said that the supermarket in the south district had been smashed open the night before, and now all the rice shelves were empty. Another person claimed that their neighbor had gone downstairs for water and never came back. There were comments arguing under it, some saying it was nonsense, some saying not to spread rumors, and some people already asking where to buy candles, batteries, and compressed biscuits. Bai Li clicked into a forum thread where a few survivors were talking about how the apocalypse had started in their area. The thread title was dramatic enough to make her blink twice. It said, Is this really the end? Read before it gets deleted. Inside, the original poster wrote that the power had gone out for six hours, then come back for only half an hour before cutting off again. They said the government had not issued a clear notice yet, but there were already patrol cars blocking several roads and loudspeaker trucks telling people to stay indoors. Under that, the comments were a complete mess. One person said the posters in the building had already been taped up with water use rules. Another said their mother was crying because the neighbor downstairs had suddenly bitten someone in the corridor. Someone else answered with a shaky voice that they had heard screaming from a nearby hospital and were too scared to look out the window. Then, mixed in with all that fear, there were still a few people joking like fools, saying they hoped the zombies at least had a nice enough face, or asking whether apocalypse survival should be treated as a new kind of fitness challenge.

Bai Li read all of it very calmly. Her expression did not change much, but her eyes moved very quickly. She was not the kind of person who believed everything online, and she also was not the kind who ignored danger just because it had not hit her door yet. The posts made one thing very clear. The world was turning worse faster than most people could accept. Even the rumors were becoming more detailed. Some said the infected were getting stronger. Some said the first wave of zombies had already evolved. Some said the military was clearing the streets in certain areas, but the deeper into the city you went, the fewer people were being rescued. A long post from a forum user with the name SleepyCabbage said that the remaining safe zones might not be safe for long, because water, food, medicine, and fuel were all becoming tightly controlled. Another reply underneath that post said that in the later stage, money would not matter, but cores would. Bai Li paused for a second when she saw that. Cores, yes.

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TO BE CONTINUED.

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