The Stream Predicted My Death
Language: en
The end of the world had arrived, and once again, I was making a scene, demanding my boyfriend use his precious hydro-kinesis to give me a shower. That’s when the text scrolled across my vision. The Stream. [OMG lady, it's the apocalypse. Who cares about hygiene right now?!] [This high-maintenance diva is useless. The male lead needs a woman as strong as he is.] [Don't worry, just wait for the Zombie Tide. Once the male lead sees her selfishness, he’ll dump her.] [Without the male lead’s protection, the canon fodder ex-girlfriend dies at the hands of the Zombie King. Brutally.] A shiver…