The day my family was wiped out, I watched the cold-blooded sisters butcher everyone with my own eyes.
Wiping the blood from her blade, the younger sister smiled innocently. “You're next, big brother.”
I said, “Wait, you've got the wrong person.”
The sisters froze.
“I'm just a food delivery guy. You got the address wrong.”
That day, a misdelivered order saved me in the apocalypse.
Later, I put together the most ridiculous crew in all of humanity:
A pair of cold-blooded sisters who are always looking for a chance to kill me,
A woman with multiple personality disorder who switches between eighteen personalities every day,
A clueless rich kid with enough money to buy a whole safe zone,
An icy heiress who protects me but never says a word,
A clueless artillery squad that tells me to go die, but always dies first,
And a villainous boss who tries to kill me whenever we meet, saves me after killing me, and eventually falls in love with me.
People ask how I've managed to survive this long.
I point to my head.
“It's all thanks to this: dancing on the edge of death, over and over.”
