Five days and five nights of torrential rain plunge the city into crisis. During the storm, some people turn into zombies, others awaken supernatural abilities—while Lin Qiu remains an introverted, socially anxious shut-in.
At 3 a.m., she’s enthusiastically writing her novel. At 8 a.m., she picks up a man at her doorstep. The supply drops that usually arrive on schedule are gone without a trace. Screams and chaos erupt everywhere—some struggle, some give up. Only then does Lin Qiu realize: the apocalypse has begun.
Lin Qiu looks at the man she’s taken in. His features are cold and sharp, and with a single move he forms a massive ice blade. She glances at her own hands—she can barely even clench them properly. In this end times scenario, between becoming a zombie or an esper, she has ended up as a human: a socially anxious, completely powerless one.
She stares at the zombie blood on the ground. Maybe she should smear a bit on her freshly popped pimple—being a zombie might actually be better than being human.
Qin Yu has just finished dealing with zombies when he turns back and sees her staring at the blood on the ground. Frowning, he asks, “Hungry?”
Lin Qiu tightens her protective gear and shakes her head, but her eyes still linger on the ground. Qin Yu casually swings out an ice blade and says seriously, “It’s too dirty. You can’t lick it.”
Lin Qiu: “I’m a person. I don’t drink blood.”
Qin Yu: “Oh. Then you still can’t mess with zombies.”
Lin Qiu: “……Alright.” (somewhat regretful)
In Qin Yu’s eyes, Lin Qiu is socially anxious but able to face non-human zombies. Talking to humans risks arguments; talking to zombies is at least safe, because zombies won’t tell her, “If you can do it, you try it.”
As a perfectionist, Lin Qiu cannot let go of her unfinished novel. So she carries her laptop and follows behind Qin Yu, stumbling through the apocalypse survival pack.
When Qin Yu fights, she obediently finds cover. She climbs trees, swims rivers, scales walls—her useless physique barely keeps her alive as she constantly teeters between becoming human or zombie.
Damn it, when God sprinkled intelligence onto the world, she must have been holding an umbrella…
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