[A happy-go-lucky insensitive female protagonist × a sensitive green tea type male protagonist]
At the fifth minute of the end of the world, no one had responded to Guanjun's 38th resume, and the sky fell first.
The meteorite fell and the radiation burned for only five minutes.
But the people outside are no longer human - they are called "the undead". Their rotten skin and instinct to devour the living have plunged the whole world into catastrophe.
Guanjun walked out of the house, but met a strange man while collecting supplies.
Guanjun: "Can we be more civilized and stop sleeping on the ground?"
Him: "... Do you think I sleep here voluntarily?"
Guanjun: "It doesn't look like that."
"……."
Song Yichuan originally thought that he was destined to die here this time, but he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes again, he met someone he was unwilling to let go of in his life.
"Guanjun, I am grateful for everything that allows you to appear in my life..."
"Why are you so sensational all of a sudden?"
"So do you like it?"
"It's okay."
His greatest luck was to meet Guanjun. If all the pain in the past was the price of meeting her, Song Yichuan thought.
He is probably a lucky man...
The end of the world is never the end of one person. Ordinary people can also become saviors.
"Guanjun, do you want to be the savior?"
"Savior, me?"
——Alright.
