In the last days of stockpiling and farming, I just want to be an ordinary botanist.
Until I rescued a cold and handsome guy who had lost his memory. He could defeat mutant beasts and defeat zombies, but he was only afraid of my anger and followed me every day asking for a hug.
Later I found out that the source of disaster that could destroy the world was my loyal dog who wore an apron and cooked for me.
Concept: A contrasting sweet pet in the context of the apocalypse