No one wants to take care of a three-year-old in the apocalypse.
Burden. Drag the oil bottle. He couldn't live more than three days.
Tuntun doesn't need them to take him.
Her body knew how to live.
She doesn't know why, but she never makes a mistake.
(No CP, the protagonist is a three-year-old child, he doesn't grow up, he doesn't fight monsters, he doesn't like it, so don't get involved)
Purpose: Live without a reason