Sypnosis: જ⁀➴ Lin You opened a breakfast shop in the building she rented. A few days later, a zombie outbreak hit the city. Food and water ran out, and people fell into despair. Lin You sold her remaining stock, ready to close the shop. Unexpectedly-turning on the faucet produced rich milk, the fridge brimmed with premium meat, and baskets overflowed with fresh vegetables. Lin You: "...Stunned.jpg" With endless ingredients, the little shop became a beacon of hope, helping survivors in Ancheng City maintain strength. Every day, Lin You cooked steaming pancakes, golden fried dough sticks, and savory buns. The human forces had enough food, keeping morale high. Within the fortified city, Lin You lived peacefully, harvesting vegetables, raising dogs, and cooking. Until one day, a man suddenly emerged from a vegetable basket. Neatly uniformed, handsome, and aloof, he muttered, "Strange, how did my interdimensional space end up here?" Lin You turned, locking eyes with the man climbing out of a pile of radishes. "??" "!!"

[Transmigration and rebirth] An Yuan got herself a cultured and clean-cut boyfriend. She thought he was shy, reserved, and unpretentious until they played a holographic apocalypse game... Her boyfriend, with reddened eyes, wearing a blood-stained white shirt rolled up to his wrists, holding a rusty axe with his slender wrists, smiled gently and elegantly, "Yuan Yuan, do you love me?" An Yuan: Gulp.

Dead Girls Don't Say No A Yuri Apocalypse Novel When the world ended, Raven Salvatore didn't cry. She stole a truck, maxed out her father's credit card, and built a fortress of stolen goods. Survival was never about hope - it was about hoarding, hustling, and hitting first. Then she met Alara. Beautiful. Dead. And unlike any zombie Raven had ever seen. Alara wasn't just wandering aimlessly like the others she was aware. Hungry, yes... but for her. Something about Raven's very existence stirred a sliver of life back into the girl's rotting heart. Armed with a mysterious system that gifts her a private Sanctuary dimension, Raven becomes a new breed of survivor. She doesn't just dodge the undead. She cultivates food in barren wastelands, stockpiles weapons inside her pocket world, and most dangerously nurtures her own evolving zombie companion. As Raven feeds Alara crystallized nuclei from fallen zombies, Alara begins to grow stronger... smarter... closer. No one warned Raven that love would be the deadliest infection of all. With humanity's last cities crumbling, the earth poisoned, and mutated horrors lurking in every shadow, Raven has one simple rule: "Don't trust the living. Trust the girl who would kill for you instead." In a world where survival is bought in blood and sanity rots away like the flesh of the dead, Raven and Alara carve out a life together - violent, tender, and defiantly alive. Dead Girls Don't Say No is a genre-bending, unapologetically queer tale of survival, devotion, and undead romance at the end of the world. For fans of brutal apocalypse sagas, dark love stories, and heroines who refuse to die quietly.

They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.