My name was Rose. Before the apocalypse broke out, I thought I was the pride of my family.
Why? Because I was the only one in the family who got into a Project 211 university, while my younger brother was an ignorant layabout.
Growing up, although my parents were both highly educated, they always favored my younger brother. Now that I had done well on my entrance exams, surely they would value me a little more?
But I was wrong. After graduating from university, I finally found a job paying over ten thousand a month, only for my parents to demand that I send most of my salary home every month so they could save it for my brother to get married.
But had they ever considered what kind of life I lived in a first-tier city on the little money I had left?
Later, the apocalypse broke out. Faced with an attack by a Weird, my parents chose between my brother and me, deciding to make me draw its attention so they could escape.
For the first time, I disobeyed them. I lied to them, and then they were all killed by the Weird.
Listening to their screams and curses from far away, I cried, tears pouring out like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
But amid the grief, I also felt a trace of exhilaration that even I had not expected.
Later, I struggled to survive in the apocalypse. Many people wanted to harm me and violate me. I played along with them, narrowly escaping death several times, but I managed to protect myself and survive.
After that, I joined the Hope Convoy after moving from place to place.
This convoy was much better than the others. I hid my beauty beneath a cloak and traveled with them for