No-Man’s Land Rainstorm

My best friend and I transmigrated into an apocalypse novel. She became the cannon fodder lover of the base’s leader, while I was the obedient canary of the Zombie King. Then, the base and the zombie horde started a fierce battle over the female lead. I quietly asked my best friend, “Have you filled it up?” She arrogantly raised her hand, showing me the billions of supplies stored in her space ability. I smiled with a curve in my eye and made a swift decision. “Alright, we’ll leave tonight.” She died shielding the female lead from a knife, and in front of everyone, I was pushed into the zombie horde— After faking our deaths and escaping, we originally intended to live a peaceful life,...