On the first day of the apocalypse, I took an order for Malatang.
The note read: "I will die if I don't hurry up."
I thought she was joking.
As a result, she was really dead when I delivered it. And turned into a zombie.
I was about to run away when the system in my mind popped up a prompt:
[The order has timed out, please deliver it immediately.
Me: "She turned into a zombie!"
[Then eliminate the customer and the system will automatically sign for it.
My name is Lin Bei, an Ele. Me rider.
The only man who still insists on delivering food in the apocalypse.
While others are struggling to survive in the apocalypse, I am delivering meals.
While others were fighting for territory, I was killing zombies.
While others were grabbing supplies, I walked across half the city for a five-star review.
My doomsday survival rules are simple:
As long as the customers don't die, the orders will keep coming.
Dead? Even if he dies, he signs for it.
