While others were fighting and killing each other in the last days, I silently circled a piece of land.
Planting vegetables during the day and raising chickens at night, life is wonderful.
Until I rescued a man covered in blood. He woke up and stared at my vegetable garden in a daze.
"You cabbage... Are you mutated?"
I picked up the hoe and raised my eyebrows: "You can eat if you want, but stay and work."
Later, the entire apocalypse came to know that the strongest boss was picking on me.
And I only care about when the tomatoes will be ripe.
