That night. Natalie was curled up on the couch with her dog, watching a downloaded comedy and munching on some spicy duck neck snacks. Suddenly, Lucky stood up, ears pricked, eyes fixed on the front door. Following her gaze, Natalie got up and crept toward the entryway. Pressing her ear to the door, she caught the faint sound of movement outside. Another idiot trying to break in? From the sounds, it didn't seem like more than a few people. Natalie pulled a triangular bayonet from her storage and quietly cracked open her apartment door, stepping into the hallway. The stairwell door blocked her view of the corridor, so she couldn't make out what was out there. She swung the door open and lunged with her knife— Only to stab at empty air.No one was there. Just a note taped to the wall. "Be ready tomorrow morning. We're taking your supplies." Natalie ripped the note down and went back inside. Lucky sniffed around her legs, tail wagging. She scratched her head, then unfolded the paper for a closer look. Hmm ... The handwriting is messy and jagged, like someone had scrawled it in a hurry. Could anyone actually write this sloppily? Then, a strange feeling hit her. She paused, staring at the note. And suddenly—it clicked. This handwriting was the same as the notes she’d gotten in her previous life! Four years had passed, and she had almost forgotten. Back then, she had received a note just like this one—same weird, jagged handwriting, just with different words. That old note had said, "Watch out for Tiffany and Braxton." Back then, Braxton and Tiffany had only just moved into her apartment. When Natalie found the note that had somehow been slipped into her bag, she was a little wary. But looking closely, she hadn't noticed anything suspicious. They hadn't done anything to harm her. In fact, every time they scavenged for supplies, Braxton would take a little less for himself and share the extra with the two girls. Even in this post-apocalyptic world, he had kept a sense of decency. And Tiffany had always been warm and friendly toward her, like a caring older sister. So she quickly let her guard down and trusted them completely, dismissing the note as some prank. Now, looking back, it was probably just someone who had overheard Tiffany and Braxton's scheming and was trying to warn her. Only she had no idea who it could be—and in this life, someone had chosen to warn her again. A "note hero," huh? Well, thanks, I guess. With the experience from last time, she wasn't about to ignore it. Is everyone showing up tomorrow morning to take my supplies? After what happened today with Harold and his mom upstairs, she'd already guessed that sooner or later, these desperate neighbors would set their sights on her. She just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Yeah, these neighbors aren't just hungry ... they are starving. She checked her weapons. Calm. This day was coming sooner or later. Innocent or not, showing you've got resources in a world like this is enough to make others covet them.But this life was different from the last. She was ready. Not only had she stocked up early, but she'd also scored a submachine gun. Since the world went to hell, she'd never slacked off. She'd been constantly improving herself—retraining her old boxing skills from her past life and learning new combat techniques from video tutorials. Combining the best of every style she'd learned, plus her past-life combat experience, she could take down a few desperate attackers with her bare hands if needed. Against these starving neighbors, she probably wouldn't even need to fire a shot. Natalie locked all four doors and set alarms ahead of time so she wouldn't be caught off guard in the morning, and then curled up on the couch with Lucky to finish her movie. Before bed, she even put on a face mask and went through her full skincare routine, finally slipping into bed feeling relaxed and pampered. The next morning, the neighbors had already gathered at Unit 1302. "Guys," Owen cleared his throat, "I came up with a plan last night that I think could help us." He looked serious. "After what happened yesterday, I know no one wants to be the first to step up. But if we all stay put, everyone's just going to starve. "What we need most right now is unity. Being neighbors means we're connected in some way—we have to trust each other. "The supplies in 1402 must be huge. I propose we split them based on effort!" He pulled out a chart. "We'll allocate resources according to the priority on this chart. Men go first. Those who lead the charge get double rations. Anyone who makes an exceptional contribution can get triple. And if someone gets injured, there's an extra bonus."What do you all think?" With big rewards on the table, courage was easy to come by. The crowd nodded eagerly. "Mr. Gatlin, your plan makes sense. I'll lead the charge!" "I'll lead the way too! With all of us here, what can a young woman in her twenties do?" "Charge into 1402! Take down that selfish psycho of a woman!" Owen's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched them rally. Last night, he'd crafted this distribution plan specifically to get these fools to rush ahead. He wasn't going anywhere near the front lines. That woman in Unit 1402 was brutal. Charging in first would only get him hurt. But no matter how strong she was, two fists couldn't stand up to four. Once she and those idiots tore each other apart, he'd be able to claim the supplies without lifting a finger.