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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. When I opened my eyes again, I was in the kitchen, hearing their impatient voices outside, demanding to know if dinner was ready. This time, they’re going to find out exactly what it feels like to suffocate and die buried alive.