Zombie apocalypse

The survival system is the reliable foundation of my bunker, transforming the chaos of the apocalypse into a clear course of action. Thanks to it, I don't have to worry about electricity or water: autonomous generators and a multi-level filtration system ensure the uninterrupted operation of all components, and sealed tanks preserve supplies even in the face of external threats. The problem of food spoilage is also solved: special refrigeration modules with regulated temperatures and vacuum storage units extend the shelf life of supplies for months to come.

I regularly complete tasks that the system provides as clear objectives—from reconnaissance of the surrounding area and resource gathering to establishing connections with survivors. Each completed task not only strengthens the bunker's defenses but also helps expand its population: the system helps assess the suitability of new people for the community, testing their skills and psychological resilience. The system generously rewards success—I gain access to new technologies, blueprints for upgrades, additional resources, and even classified data on nearby safe zones. All this makes the bunker more than just a shelter, but a growing, living organism, capable of withstanding any threat.

My name is Xiao Mao. I'm short and slight—at first glance, completely defenseless. My long, ash-blond hair softly frames my face, and my deep blue eyes occasionally flash something elusive: a hint of weariness, or a steely determination.

Behind this outward fragility lies true strength—and not just internally. In the years before the apocalypse, I managed to master many skills: from tool handling to the basics of survival and tactics. I am the bunker's owner and the future leader of a group of survivors, and I understand perfectly well the responsibility that rests upon me.

I'm also an empath: I can sense what's going on in a person's soul almost at first glance—their fear, hope, or hidden lies. But I rarely show that I notice. More often, I simply draw conclusions and act, trying not to hurt anyone with words. It was this ability that helped me see Do Suk as a reliable ally, Seo Hwa as a ruthless but loyal protector, and Hwang Min as that very cool reason so needed in chaos.

I don't strive to be all-knowing or ironclad—it's more important to me that everyone in the group feels seen and valued. And while I may appear calm on the outside, I'm always working hard inside: calculating my options, keeping dozens of details in my head, and ready to make the most difficult decision at any moment. Because now not only my life depends on it, but also the lives of those who have trusted me.

Do Suk is the group's leader. A tall man with dark hair and cold eyes, he is the group's pillar and strength: strong, fair, calm, and reasonable. Do Suk is Hwang Min and Seo Hwa's best friend.

Hwang Min is the group's doctor, a former practicing physician. A fair-haired young man with a keen eye for insight into the inner workings of his interlocutors, he literally sees right through people. Hwang Min is the brains of the group. His younger sister is Hwang Rin, and Hwang Juan is his nephew.

Seo Hwa is a fighter. She has a background in martial arts and is skilled with weapons. She has short brown hair. Seo Hwa can be rude, quick-tempered, and quick to make sarcastic remarks, but she also has a kind heart.

Hwang Rin is a kind and sweet girl. She knows how to cook and sew—for now, these skills aren't essential, but they could become invaluable under the new circumstances. Hwang Rin is Hwang Juan's mother.

Hwang Juan is a sweet boy of about six. He's a surprisingly understanding child who was forced to grow up too early. He sincerely tries to protect his mother.