The day after my mother was killed, the zombie virus broke out and spread rapidly to surrounding cities.
The food supply at home was at the bottom, so the mistress held her stomach and said coquettishly to me: "Mom, your eldest grandson hasn't seen meat for a long time, and he is feeling aggrieved in his stomach."
My grandma picked up the kitchen knife and looked at me gloomily: "Isn't there this loser?"
After rebirth, even if I don't have enough time to stock up on supplies, I still have to do my best to ensure that my mother survives and watch the murderers who killed us both in the previous life die one by one in front of my eyes.
