I was pushed by my family to feed zombies and died in the high-temperature apocalypse. When I opened my eyes again, I rushed into a coffee shop, ordered ten iced colas, and shakily made a video call to my bestie: "The world will end in three months, with temperatures soaring to 70 degrees Celsius. I'll buy a boat to get us out." I thought she would call me crazy, but she burst out crying, "I was reborn too! I died of thirst. I even drank my own urine at the end but still didn't survive."
