Our Sweetest little Problem

The apocalypse is a mess—fires still burn, raiders still scavenge, and the world is still crumbling. But for her, life is surprisingly… good. She has a bag full of snacks, four dangerously overprotective men who refuse to let her out of their sight, and an uncanny ability to survive anything. Literally.

She face-plants onto concrete? No injuries. She slices her hand with a knife? Healed in seconds. Turns out, she’s not exactly human—a fact she’s just now realizing. But her lethal, possessive harem already knows. And they don’t care.

She belongs to them. Period.

So when the world tries one last time to take her, to claim her as property, to rip her away from the only people she’s ever loved—well… the world isn’t ready for what happens next.

Because they are hers, she is theirs, and the apocalypse just made its final mistake.

🔥 Found family? Check.
🔥 Four deadly, devoted men? Absolutely.
🔥 A clueless, snack-loving heroine? She’s trying her best.
🔥 Enough chaos, cuddles, and feral possessiveness to set the wasteland on fire? Oh, you have no idea.

Survival has never been so ridiculous, so heartwarming, or so obsessively, overwhelmingly claimed.