The apocalypse arrives. While others stockpile food, I set up a food stall. While others kill zombies, I grill skewers.
The aloof campus beauty faints from hunger in front of my stall?
I hand her a skewer of [grilled zombie tendon], and the goddess begs me to take her in!
“Hey, handsome, I can do anything. Please let me stay with you!” From the start, all I have is a beat-up little car, and I have to cobble together all my gear. While everyone else struggles to survive in the wasteland, my dark cuisine makes me an apocalyptic legend!
