In the End-time Sandstorm, I Buried My Mother-in-law's Family in the Sand

A sandstorm had engulfed the world, plunging us into an apocalyptic nightmare.

My husband, his family, and I were holed up in an underground parking garage.

With food and water running low, I was down to one meal a day, all while enduring constant torment from my mother-in-law.

One day, my husband secretly signed me up for a supply run. My mother-in-law, ever spiteful, swapped out the dust mask and food in my pack for a bag of sand.

Unaware of the sabotage, I headed back to the surface and was buried alive by the storm.