Kicked Out in the Apocalypse, But My Dog Was My Secret Weapon

"On a stormy night during the apocalypse, my own mother threw me out of the house while I was burning with fever, along with my husky, so my little brother would have a better chance of surviving.She shouted through the crack in the door, “Take that useless mutt and go die somewhere. Stop wasting your brother’s food!”I huddled in a pile of trash with my dog in my arms, convinced I was going to die.Then my husky suddenly spoke.“Host’s vital signs critically low. Infinite Supply Search System activated.”“Supermarket warehouse one hundred meters ahead. Three thousand freeze-dried meals detected.”“Pharmacy five hundred meters to the left. Five hundred boxes of antibiotics detected.”Three days later, I’d built a fortress with packs of dogs and mountains of supplies.I sat inside eating steak and watching the show.Outside the barbed wire, my mother and brother were on their knees, fighting each other over half a piece of moldy bread.I smiled.“Mom, even dogs wouldn’t eat that. Better savor it.”"