Subsist Stories

In my last life, I won 50 million, 40 million after tax. Not long after I became a rich woman, the end of the world came. I was sold by my boyfriend for a cookie. I died tragically in a zombie group. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing in front of the bank, holding the lottery ticket worth 50 million. The image of being eaten by zombies in my mind was so real. I still feel scared and my heart is pounding.