Day 109 of the zombie outbreak.
While everyone else chews on ration bars underground, I’m still delivering food on my electric scooter.
Because my delivery System can generate weapons based on the order amount.
Tonight’s order details are glowing red hot:
Delivery location: East City Shelter.
Customer: The general’s daughter.
Special instructions: “Extra spicy, and bring a box of bullets. Get it here safely and I’ll give you a five-star review.”
This is the last food delivery of the apocalypse.
And the first order on my path to godhood.
