My Family Regrets Their Biasness During The Apocalypse

The frozen apocalypse would arrive in one week.

I must prepare myself.

To avoid raising suspicion, I secretly went to the neighboring residential area and bought an unwanted top-floor apartment.

Rumor had that someone had jumped to their death in this unit and that vengeful spirits lingered inside.

Even though this penthouse had been on the market for a long time, no one wanted it, so the price kept dropping.

I spent only $100,000 to acquire this nearly 2,000-square-foot apartment!

I refused to wait for death with them in the frozen apocalypse, much less let them kill me again.

I had already died once. The fact that someone had died here did not frighten me at all.

After all, the living could be far more terrifying than the dead.

The penthouse was on the eighth floor. The location was ideal. It would not be submerged by the snowdrifts from the endless winter storms, and it offered easier access for foraging during utility blackouts.

Even so, these advantages were still not enough.

This house could not withstand temperatures like –40 °F.

I could still remember the despair I had felt.

I recalled vividly the searing pain, the sound of agonized cries, and the relentless hunger.

The memory alone was enough to make me shudder.

The apartment had three small rooms.

I planned to use one of the smaller rooms as a storage space.

In order to survive, I had to store supplies properly.

I knew the power grid would be the first thing to fail when the frozen apocalypse hit.

Little by little, I stocked the room with frozen produce and packaged meats.

These were the supplies that would save my life once the frozen apocalypse arrived.

Water meant survival, so I also stocked up on plenty of drinking water.

Once the two-year frozen apocalypse began, it would be impossible to buy drinking water from supermarkets.

By that time, all lake water, river water, and even seawater would freeze solid.

With no power and no way to make fire, everyone would be plunged into utter despair.

Before, they never cared about my well-being. They made me scramble all over town to buy supplies, which was what barely sustained them for over a month.

Deep down, I understood that even if Athena had not pushed me off the building, I would have eventually frozen to death in that relentlessly frigid environment.

But the real problem was that they did not treat me like a fellow human being.

They used me until I was no longer useful, then they kicked me to the curb.

These thoughts made my heart ache.

I worried that someone would notice my frantic shopping for supplies, so I always split my purchases between different supermarkets.

Yet, someone still noticed me one day.

“Amelia, why are you buying so much bread?”

It was Mrs. Smith from my residential complex. “I thought it was just you and James at home?”

Thankfully, I reacted quickly and brushed it off with a laugh.

“Oh, Mrs. Smith, my family’s visiting!

“They don’t go bad easily, so I thought I’d make them some sandwiches. If they turn out to be good enough, I might even try selling them at a market stall and earn some money.”

Mrs. Smith was very interested when she heard that.

“You have to take me with you if you do! I’m so bored with nothing to do around the house.”

I agreed with a little laugh.

Mrs. Smith was the neighborhood’s biggest gossip.

If I were to say no, she would have told everyone in the neighborhood about it.

But the good thing was, I had already gotten everything I needed.