Still hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? I'll just go on a killing spree and looting

The convoy wasted no time in retreating, its vehicles kicking up dust as they sped away from the encroaching tide of monstrous beasts surging out of the dense gray fog. But amidst the chaos, one woman refused to abandon her post, her fingers white-knuckled as she clung to the rear bumper of the lead car. Her desperate shrieks cut through the roar of engines and the guttural snarls of approaching creatures: "Don't leave! My boyfriend is still in there! You can't just go!" Around her, a frantic scuffle ensued—some tried to pry her loose, others shouted useless reassurances, while the rest watched in growing horror as the horde multiplied in the mist. Then a single gunshot cracked through the noise. The woman crumpled into the dirt, a dark stain spreading beneath her. Lin You lowered her smoking pistol without a flicker of hesitation and addressed the stunned survivors with cold finality: "Move out." To many, she is a monster—a ruthless tyrant who trades lives for efficiency. Yet her compound stands as the last bastion of civilization in this ravaged wasteland, its defiant lights the only glow against the endless dark. Lin You knows the weight of her choices, and she carries them without apology. In a world where mercy is a luxury that gets everyone killed, she has embraced a simpler creed: be the villain, or become another martyr to the ruins.