Every kilogram of cans in the cabinet is expired for more than a year. After this virus outbreak, I don't know how many survivors are out there. My little daughter Aisha no longer needs to eat milk powder. It seems that I need to go to the department store again to find some food suitable for her to eat next. Every time I go there, I have a narrow escape. I don't know how many zombies I will encounter today. I think I shouldn't go alone. I should find a companion. Then ask this monk. After all, he has been living here for free for a month, so he should give something.
I like the feeling of meeting people. After all, there are fewer and fewer people in this world. Taking in survivors has become my biggest hobby. But I don't take in everyone, because sometimes, people are scarier than zombies.