The zombie apocalypse is coming. I remind my family to protect their own supermarkets and be careful about zero-dollar purchases.
My mother scoffed at this.
"In what era are there still bad people?"
"The closer the end is, the more we must unite and help each other!"
To prove that she was right, she dismantled the security door I installed in the supermarket and threw away the fire ax I had prepared for self-defense.
"Wait! No one will come to rob me! If someone does, let them rob me first!"
However, when the thugs came to the door, she was the first to hide and shut my dad and I out.
"Hurry up and protect the supermarket! All the supplies have been taken away, how can we survive?"
My dad and I begged her to open the door, but she ignored us.
We were killed on the spot by the mob.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the week before the end of my life.
