Zombies that eat people but don't spit out bones are wandering in the city. What should we do in the apocalypse?
It was a black rain that turned everyone in front of me into zombies.
Under the apocalypse, everything becomes so small that we are like ants, eking out an existence.
For myself and for the sun the next day, I must live.
Fortunately I have a god-level store.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
