On the eve of the rebirth of the doomsday storm, I decisively gave up fighting for the arsenal and instead contracted the last large supermarket in the entire city.
When the old humans were dying over half a piece of moldy bread in the ruins, my supermarket was already brightly lit and the shelves were filled with supplies.
The neon lights at the door flashed and the price was clearly marked: a bottle of water = a zombie crystal core.
The powerful people who used to be so powerful in the past are now lining up in a long line to work for me to hunt zombies.
Just when they suspected that I was the mastermind behind the doomsday, I tapped the crystal core with a smile:
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just an ordinary supermarket worker."
Until one day, an unexpected existence appeared in the supermarket...
