I opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of bread, tore open the package, and felt the fullness of the food and the lingering fragrance between my teeth, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Outside the window, there was no one on the sunny street.
This is the thirtieth day after the zombie virus broke out, and the military rescue team is about to arrive.
For the sake of hope and future, I must set off and rush to the rescue point designated by the military.
