The Rider Has Accepted the Order and Is Chopping Up Zombies

On the first day of the apocalypse, I got an order for spicy hot pot.

The note said, “Hurry up or I’ll die right in front of you.”

I thought she was just quoting a meme.

But when I arrived, she really was dead. And she’d turned into a zombie.

I was about to run when the System in my head popped up a notification:

[Your order is late. Deliver it immediately.]

Me: “She’s turned into a zombie!”

[Then eliminate the customer. The System will automatically confirm delivery.]

My name is Lin Bei. I’m an Ele.me delivery rider.

The only man still delivering takeout in the apocalypse.

While everyone else is trying to survive, I’m delivering food.

While everyone else is fighting over territory, I’m hacking zombies apart.

While everyone else is fighting over supplies, I’m crossing half the city for a five-star review.

My apocalypse survival rule is simple:

As long as the customer’s alive, the order stays active.

Dead? That counts as delivered, too.