Deliver Food to 7 Days to Kill

Delivering food on a rainy night, I ran into a biochemical apocalypse. Zombies are sieging the city, and the zombie tide will surely arrive on the seventh night. The tables and chairs in the fast food restaurant were dismantled to make spears, and the doors and windows were welded shut. In the early morning of the eighth day, I counted the corpses: ——Single kill record last night: 437. ——The zombie with the deepest dent in his helmet has my overtime review sheet hanging on it. When the numbered serum was found in the cold storage, the military broadcast suddenly cut to: "Attention all survivors, execute the 'decontamination procedure' immediately." I gripped the bloody fire ax tightly, and my helmet reflected the cold light of the refrigerator. The serial number of the transport plane that crashed is printed on the serum label. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.