When the heatwave apocalypse hit, I got into a huge fight with my roommate because I wouldn't let her open the window. While I was out on the balcony collecting laundry, she locked me out. Outside, it was 122°F (50°C). Inside, my roommate blasted the AC and laughed at me through the glass. "Bitch! That's what you get for not letting me open the window!" I pounded on the door, begging, but she ignored me. I died of heatstroke on that balcony, never making it back inside. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. And this time, I decided to build a secret bunker and survive this apocalypse alone! 1 "Why won't you let me open the window? Do you know how stuffy it's been in here for days? How am I supposed to live?" My roommate, Lisa, stood with her hands on her hips, looking at me with pure venom. "It's scorching outside. If you open the window, the inside temperature will match the outside in minutes. Our dorm will turn into a sauna," I tried to reason with her, keeping my voice calm. "Why is no one else saying anything? Why are you always the one with a problem?" "What if we get sick from the bacteria in here because we don't ventilate?" "If something happens to us, are you taking responsibility?" "Or do you just want us to die in this dusty room? You got your grad school acceptance, so why care if we live or die, right?" "If you hate being here so much, why don't you just go die?" Why don't you just go die? That sentence shattered my last line of defense. My heart went cold. I looked around at my other roommates. They sat at their desks, glued to their phones, pretending not to hear a thing. I was used to this. Ever since I told them I got accepted into grad school with a full ride, their attitude did a 180. At first, I thought I was being sensitive. Now I knew—they really wanted me dead. Tears rolled down my face. Lisa just sneered. "Crying again? What, gonna go tattle to the RA? Not like you haven't done that before." "Let's see if she believes us or you this time." I didn't have the energy to fight Lisa anymore. The weather was getting hotter by the day. Clothes hung on the balcony dried in less than thirty minutes. This temperature spike wasn't normal. The dorm AC was blasting at 64°F (18°C) 24/7, but it still didn't feel cool enough. I looked at the laundry I'd washed an hour ago on the balcony and decided to bring it in. In this weather, you didn't even need to leave the building to be drenched in sweat; just a few steps would do it. Lisa had followed me. The moment I stepped onto the balcony, I heard the click of the lock. She stood behind the glass door, staring at me coldly. The sheer malice in her eyes gave me goosebumps. "Lisa, open the door! Let me in!" The heat outside was unbearable. Just standing there, the sunlight felt like it was burning my skin. My forehead was already dripping with sweat. Because of the extreme heat and the enclosed nature of the balcony, I quickly found it hard to breathe. But Lisa wasn't listening. She crossed her arms and smirked. "Don't think you're so special just because you got into grad school. Who gave you the right to order me around?" "Think about that while you cool off out there!" 2 I never imagined that the roommates I'd lived with for four years, people I was about to graduate with, could harbor such evil. I banged on the door, screaming their names. "Chloe! Sarah! Say something! Open the door, please!" But they kept their heads down, scrolling on their phones like I didn't exist. Not a single person looked up. I deeply regretted not moving out sooner. The temperature kept climbing. I looked outside. The sun was blinding, but a strange fog covered the ground, obscuring everything. A loud bang echoed from below. I squinted—an electric scooter parked outside the next building had exploded from the heat. I grabbed a clothes hanger and tried to smash the glass door. If I could break it, I might survive. But no matter how hard I hit, the glass didn't even crack. I smashed until I was exhausted and soaked in sweat. The oxygen on the balcony was thinning. I tried to crack open the outer window for air, but the moment I did, a wave of heat hit me like a physical blow. I felt like I was being boiled alive. The air was too hot to breathe. Lisa's voice came from inside. "Hey, didn't you say not to open the windows for ventilation? What are you doing?" I tried to turn my head to look at her face, but I had no strength left. I collapsed, dehydrated. Before I blacked out completely, I heard Lisa say to the others, "Don't worry, she's faking it. Just trying to trick us into opening the door." I watched the world spin and distort. People fighting for water, corpses drying in the sun. Social order collapsed. People killed for a sip of water. I don't know how long passed before I opened my eyes again. The burning sensation was gone, replaced by the cool comfort of my blanket. I grabbed my phone. Was it all a dream? I climbed out of bed carefully. Lisa was sitting in her chair, gaming. Seeing me, she shot me a nasty look. "Jenna, can I open the window? It's stuffy in here." The exact same words. I checked the date: July 20, 2025. I was reborn, back before I died. I didn't try to reason with her this time. I tossed the AC remote at her. "Whatever. Open it if you want. Don't ask me." Lisa looked surprised, then grabbed the remote, turned off the AC, and ran to open the balcony door. The moment she opened it, she screamed. "Holy sh*t! Why is it so hot outside?!" The others, hearing her, put down their phones and walked to the balcony. "It's roasting. Why is this summer so hot?" "This isn't normal. Let's not go out for hotpot at noon. Let's just order delivery." Lisa nodded. "Yeah, I'll call the restaurant and cancel the reservation." I looked at them. When did they plan a hotpot lunch behind my back? Maybe realizing something, they suddenly turned to look at me. Chloe said awkwardly, "Jenna, you've been so busy with grad school stuff, we thought you wouldn't have time to eat, so we didn't ask." 3 I didn't show any hurt like I used to. "It's fine. I am busy. I'm going to the library to check some materials my advisor sent. You guys want to come?" Lisa rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with acid. "We're not special like you. We didn't get into grad school. Are we even worthy of the library?" I didn't bother responding. I grabbed a few bottles of water and left. I am a nepo baby. A genuine, loaded nepo baby. But I got where I am without using a dime of my family's money. To spite my family, I secretly changed my college application preferences and ran off to a university in the South. My mom, unable to stop me, secretly deposited 10 million dollars into my account behind my dad's back. For years, out of stubbornness, I never touched a cent. I went to the bank and checked the balance. Then I walked out, relieved. Originally, I planned to take my roommates to live off-campus. Now I realized what a saintly idiot I was. They were jealous, plotted against me, and now they weren't even hiding it. My nails dug into my palms. I was shaking. In my past life, they locked me on a balcony to die. In this life, why should I care if they live or die? Since God gave me a second chance, I was going to survive with the people I loved. I dialed a number I hadn't called in years. My hands were trembling. The call connected, and a familiar voice came through. "Sweetie, is that you?" My mom sounded cautious. I took a deep breath, my voice thick with tears. "Mom, it's me!" "I have something important to tell you!" Hearing me cry, my parents immediately started comforting me. I checked into a nearby hotel. "Mom, Dad, listen to me. The world is about to change. Something big is happening." "You need to reinforce the house immediately. A heatwave apocalypse is coming." "In a week, temperatures will hit 158°F (70°C). Anyone outside will die instantly." "Then comes a global drought. At first, people will survive on stored food." "Later, people will die on the streets looking for supplies." "We need to prepare now." I didn't know if they'd believe me. After I told them everything about my past life, there was silence on the other end. A few minutes later, my dad spoke. "Sweetie, I'm calling contractors now to reinforce the villa. We're installing industrial AC and insulation panels." "When are you coming home?" "We really miss you." I was grateful for their unconditional love. But I had my own plans. I wasn't going to let those girls in the dorm get off easy! When I got back to the dorm, the windows were shut. They were laughing until I walked in, then silence fell. I paused at the door, then walked to my bed. As I climbed up, I felt a wet spot. Lisa walked over, arms crossed. "Jenna, it was too hot, so we sprayed some water to cool down. You don't mind, right?" 4 I held my breath, face turning red. I looked up to see Lisa's smug face. "I didn't mean to, Jenna. Maybe you should sleep somewhere else tonight." She sounded so self-righteous. I looked at the other two. "You guys think this is okay?" They turned away. Lisa was the aggressor, but their silence was just another form of violence. I nodded. "Fine." "But before I go..." I took out my phone, climbed onto my bed, and took photos of all the wet bedding. "This set cost $4,500. It's dry-clean only. Please pay up." I pulled up the receipt on my phone. "And these plushies? That's another $400. Pay me, and I'll leave." Ignoring Lisa's shocked expression, I shook my phone impatiently. "Hurry up. Or I'll post this in the RA group chat, the department chat, and the class chat. Let everyone see what kind of person you are." Lisa glared, hands on hips. "Who knows if you're lying! How can a student afford this? My monthly allowance is only $200!" "Who knows if some sugar daddy bought that for you?" I looked her up and down with disdain. "I didn't tell you my family was rich because I didn't want you to feel insecure." "Turns out my kindness just made you entitled." Lisa lunged at me. Luckily, my dad forced me into Taekwondo as a kid. I was rusty, but the muscle memory was there. I flipped her onto the floor. "Not paying?" "Fine. Wait for it." I grabbed my bag and walked out, uploading the photos and videos to the group chats as I went. Seeing me leave, Lisa scrambled up, grabbed my phone, and smashed it against the wall. "Why is your life so perfect?!" "A kept woman like you doesn't deserve grad school!" I didn't want to argue. I shook her off to leave. But Lisa grabbed my hair and yanked me back. My scalp burned. I kicked her hard, then grabbed a basin and went to the bathroom. I filled it to the brim and dumped the water all over Lisa's bed. The AC was on, but I felt a fire burning inside me. The two silent roommates finally spoke up. "Jenna, Lisa, stop fighting." "What will the other dorms think? We'll be a laughingstock." I pointed at Chloe and Sarah. "You two hypocrites. You enjoyed the show while we fought, pretending to be dignified!" "You poor, nasty bitches. Just wait to roast to death in a few days!" I grabbed my bag and slammed the door, ignoring their protests. Outside, a heatwave hit my face. I gasped for air. The apocalypse was really coming. School wasn't out yet. When the end came, schools and densely populated areas would fall first. People would loot, or die trying. Humanity's ugly side—and its good side—would reveal itself in an instant.
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