I live on the top floor. Due to the high vacancy rate in this suburban area and the low housing prices, after the orphanage director passed away and the remaining children were taken away, I no longer need to donate money to the orphanage. I worked hard and suddenly accumulated a considerable amount of money.

So, taking advantage of the good market conditions, I bought this three-bedroom apartment. It's one unit per floor, with strong security.

It happens to provide me with an excellent residence in the apocalypse.

And the balance in my bank account is quite substantial. God knows what I was thinking. I worked like a spinning top, working tirelessly, almost wishing for eight part-time jobs. I saved all the money I earned just to buy a house for Du Yi in the city center someday.

Because he said he doesn't like houses in the suburbs...

Looking back now, I even suspect that in my previous life, someone put a curse on me and squeezed my brain while pouring three pounds of water into it, just so I could do such an incredibly dumb thing.

First, I looked for workers to reinforce the doors and windows, and installed sturdy iron doors and windows in the corridor. I originally wanted to pretend that no one lives here, but considering that the property management has records, you can hide for a while, but not forever.

I took a taxi to the building materials market and found a store that sells iron doors. I negotiated the price and arranged for the renovation to be done today. I also bought iron bars and a circular wire mesh all at once.

I also found a renovation company and asked if I could buy resilient bulletproof glass. After receiving a positive answer, I immediately placed an order and requested installation to be completed within three days.

I also bought thick soundproofing cotton to do soundproofing.

It's not just to prevent zombies, but more importantly, to prevent people with ulterior motives from hearing the sounds in my house.

For those who questioned this, I calmly presented my psychiatric diagnosis certificate, stating that I am an orphan, and recently, due to the stalking of a mentally deranged ex-boyfriend, my old illness has resurfaced. I don't want to change my place of residence arbitrarily, so I need to reinforce the surrounding environment to avoid causing trouble to myself or harming others if I escape.

When the bosses saw this, not only did they dispel their doubts, but they also promised to handle my request in the shortest possible time.

After all, no one knows when I might suddenly have an episode.

Once the basic security measures were in place, the next step was to purchase food and supplies.

I called Lin Ke first.

He and I grew up in the orphanage together. He is quick-witted and has been working in the food retail industry since adulthood. He also runs a small supermarket, so he can sustain his livelihood without any issues.

I remember in my previous life, his supermarket was looted and he was driven away, and his whereabouts are unknown, most likely dead.

In this life, as I held the phone, my mood was complicated, not knowing how to remind him.

After thinking it over, I decided that I couldn't stand by and watch him die. I plan to trust him once.