Natural disaster strikes: I hoard supplies in the apocalypse and win

The lingering scent of a nightmare clung to Su Su as she bolted upright in bed, a cold sweat dampening her forehead. The image of Li Jingyi and Zhang Qianrong's distorted faces, their hands pushing her into the python's gaping maw, was seared into her mind. Her breath hitched, the terror from the 'dream' still a palpable presence. She reached for her phone beside the bed, its screen glowing with the time: 10:28 AM, May 5th.

A cold, knowing smile touched Su Su's lips. It wasn't a dream. She had been reborn, one month before the world ended, one month before the betrayal that led to her agonizing death. The hatred, buried deep for five agonizing years of her past life's struggle, now surged, a potent fuel for her second chance. She would not waste it.