When the apocalypse came, what I woke up to was the "humanitarian rescue system" - if I saved a person, I would air-drop a fresh takeaway to the zombies. In order to survive, I was forced to work part-time as a zombie delivery boy. As a result, the more I rescued people, the stronger the zombies became. Until I discovered that I could control this takeout route, the zombies began to listen to me, and all mankind would have to kneel down and beg me to deliver food.
