As a self-death review blogger on the Internet, I overturned during a live broadcast of eating canned blood of a dying zombie.
The moment my taste buds exploded, a revolving door flashed before my eyes - my ex-boyfriend hugged my best friend and laughed at me for looking ugly.
When I opened my eyes again, I was the only living person with appetite in the apocalypse. The zombies sprinkled cumin on their own initiative when they saw me.
Until I bumped into my ex-boyfriend who was skinny and hungry at the shelter. He tremblingly handed over the cumin bottle: "Can... Can I dip it in it?"
