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

That was already a thing in the world she had come from in this new life. The user had no proof, of course, but the sentence still made her fingers stop for a moment. She read it again, then slowly scrolled down to see whether anyone else had replied. There were a few sarcastic jokes, and one person said, If this is real, then my bank account is going to become the saddest thing in the world. Another answered, Too late, your bank account already is. Bai Li almost laughed at that.

After the serious posts came the funny ones, and those were somehow even more chaotic. There was a whole batch of meme posts from people refusing to surrender their sense of humor even while the sky was falling. One picture showed a man standing on a balcony with three pots of water lined up beside him, and the caption read, My survival strategy is simple. Drink less, wash less, lie down more. Another post showed a cat sitting on a pile of canned food with the words, The new family leader has claimed all resources. A different one had a screenshot of a building group chat where someone had typed, Please do not panic, and another resident had replied, I am not panicking. I am simply emotionally rotating at high speed. Bai Li stared at that for a second, then the corner of her mouth lifted a little. The internet really did have a way of turning fear into nonsense, and nonsense into comfort. There was even a post from someone complaining that the apocalypse had ruined their dating life because the only people they could still reach were their relatives and one very annoying ex. The comment section beneath it was full of people telling them to focus on surviving first, flirting later, and one user replied, Survive now, love later, unless the zombies are cute. Bai Li let out a quiet breath that was almost a laugh.

She kept moving from one forum to another, checking the fastest updates she could find. In one place, people were discussing how zombie attacks seemed more common near places with high population density. In another, someone had made a long post about household survival, listing all kinds of things in a painfully serious tone, from bottled water and flashlights to salt, medicine, and thick curtains. Bai Li read that one carefully because, ridiculous or not, the advice was practical. She had already done a lot of preparation, but she still learned a few small things from the online chaos. For example, someone mentioned that tape could help seal gaps in windows to reduce noise and wind, another person said to keep shoes by the bed in case you had to run at night, and a very detailed post explained why it was better to store food in smaller containers instead of leaving big opened bags around. Bai Li looked at the post, then at the room, then at the storage she had already built in her space, and she nodded to herself. There was no harm in taking more care. Survival was never about one big move. It was about all the small things stacked together until they became a wall.

She left the forums for a moment and opened a few local social media pages. There were short clips from people in nearby neighborhoods talking about strange noise at night, neighbors who were suddenly locked inside their apartments, and people yelling through doors because the hallway had become too dangerous to walk in. One short video showed a woman standing on a stair landing, filming through the dirty window at the end of the corridor. Her hand was shaking so badly that the picture kept swaying, but Bai Li could still hear her whisper that someone on the fourth floor had been banging on doors for almost an hour without answering when people shouted back. Another post was just a photo of a shopping cart full of instant noodles, toilet paper, and medicine, with the caption, If I have to die, at least let me die with supplies. Bai Li looked at that and shook her head lightly. There really were all kinds of people. Some were terrified enough to lose their minds, some were still trying to be funny, and some were already behaving like the end of the world was a rare opportunity to stock up and start over. A few posts deeper, she found people talking about whether awakened abilities were real. That post had a hundred comments in less than ten minutes. One person said they had seen a neighbor lift a broken bike with one hand. Another said their sister could freeze a bottle of water with a touch. A third person replied with a laughing emoji and said, Then why has my ability not awakened as a rich second generation with a villa and a butler? Bai Li read that and quietly thought that if only abilities could be chosen that easily.

When she had looked through enough serious posts to understand the mood online, Bai Li’s attention drifted toward something more random. The chaos was heavy enough already, and she needed a little break before her brain got too tense. She switched apps and started looking around for entertainment, but the usual stuff felt boring after all those apocalypse posts. She did not really want short videos, variety clips, or noisy gossip. What she wanted was something soft enough to calm the nerves, something she could read quietly while the rest of the room stayed still. The thought came to her almost naturally, because she had read some of those before in another world, and she had always liked the gentle kind of stories where two women slowly moved closer without making too much noise about it. Bai Li searched for a while, but the regular app stores were useless for what she wanted. The versions she found were all wrong, too limited, too few updates,

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to be continued.

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