I’m a Slacker in the Apocalypse

As a wage slave, I struck it lucky one day and became the Chosen One, receiving guidance through dreams before the apocalypse. I stock up on snacks here, meat there, batteries up north, and water down south. I may be a coward, but I know how to eat and drink well. On the night of the full moon, the zombies arrive. I close the curtains and eat hot pot, listening to music and singing along. When it comes to being the ultimate couch potato in the apocalypse, nobody can beat me.