Apocalypse Storage Queen: Everything I Need Is in My Space

Seeing pedestrians walking by and the quiet buzz of city life, Betty finally let her body relax. The tension in her shoulders eased as she gently swayed the little girl in her arms, blending in with the crowd.

'Thank God… I escaped. Now I just need to find a place to stay.'

After a few more steps, she stopped at a nearby bus station. She carefully set the little girl down on the bench and took a seat beside her.

Taking the notebook and pencil, she scribbled quickly and turned it toward the child.

{So, what's your name, baby?}

The girl looked up at her with innocent, sparkling eyes.

"My name is Sophia, Mommy. I already told you before, remember?"

Betty blinked, then gave an awkward nod, not remembering real body memory.

'Right... tension made me forget. This isn't my body... so I can go to her apartment. What was the address in the novel again?'

She placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to remember any important details.

Beside her, Sophia tilted her head curiously, quietly watching her "mother" think hard, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Mommy, what are you thinking?"

Sophia's innocent voice pulled Betty from her thoughts.

Smiling softly, Betty picked up the notebook and quickly wrote a question before showing it to her:

{Baby, by any chance… did I ever tell you my home address?}

Sophia's eyes lit up at the question. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! You told me when you were telling me stories the other day. I asked you, and you said it!"

Betty looked at her for a moment, then lowered her gaze, heart heavy.

'She doesn't even know… that someone else is now living in her mother's body.'

Her eyes shimmered as she clenched her fist with silent determination.

'No… It's fine. I'm here now. I'll take care of her. Even if disaster comes, I'll make sure she lives happily.'

She quickly scribbled again:

{Can you tell me the address, then?}

Sophia happily nodded and began reciting it. Betty listened carefully, and once she had it memorized, she stood up and gently took the little girl's hand.

Together, they began walking through the quiet streets.

To her surprise, the apartment wasn't far at all—just a few blocks from where the kidnappers had held them.

Betty narrowed her eyes slightly.

'They were keeping her this close to her own home all this time....'

'Tch… with the unlucky aura this FL has, even if they kidnapped her and locked her up next to a police station, no one would find her.'

Betty muttered to herself as she bent down and picked up the keys hidden under the doormat—just like it was described in the novel. She unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Her eyes squinted at the familiar, slightly messy apartment interior.

She moved quickly, carrying Sophia upstairs. Gently placing her on the bed, she patted her head softly as the little girl drifted into sleep.

Quietly closing the bedroom door, Betty stepped out and clutched her head as a sudden wave of pain surged through her.

"Ah... ah..."(Aren't protagonists supposed to get memories in one go—or with just a little headache? Why does this hurt like hell?)

Her knees gave out, and she collapsed into a squat near the stairs, both hands clutching her head as it throbbed painfully.

Time blurred.

After what felt like one or two hours, the pain finally began to fade. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the dizziness.

A flood of memories had been etched into her mind.

'Well… great. No family warmth, just years of abuse and neglect. But hey—at least I got the debit card PIN. That'll help when disaster hits.'

She gave a tired smirk, still seated near the stairs.

Extending her hand, Betty grasped the stair railing, steadying herself as she slowly tried to stand.

But halfway up, she froze.

Her eyes widened, locking onto the back of her hand.

'Huh? What's this…?'

A strange, intricate red phoenix mark was etched across her skin, glowing faintly in the dim light.

The detailed wings curled up her forearm, and the head of the phoenix ended right in the center of her hand, almost like it was staring back at her.

She turned her arm, inspecting it with growing confusion.

'I don't remember this in the novel… and I definitely didn't see it before.'

The mark pulsed once, almost like it responded to her thoughts.

Her brows furrowed.

'Is this… the power of this body? A hidden ability? Or… is it something the original FL never lived long enough to unlock? Nah, she is unlucky. I think that's why she can't unlock it'

Trying not to overthink, she forgot that the apocalypse hadn't even started, so how could she have an ability?