Those Years I Raised Zombies

(Third-person narration) I have a same-sex lover, a boxer who's 1.95 meters tall and weighs 165 jin. We've been in love for years and love each other deeply. That's not really a problem, except I'm only 1.81 meters tall, a helpless technician who works in plant cultivation and couldn't hurt a fly. That's not really a problem either, except the apocalypse has arrived. That's not really a problem, except he's turned into a zombie. QAQ #TodayI'mStillPonderingThePhilosophicalQuestionOfWhenMyLoverWillEatMe##MyLoverIsHungryNow##MyLoverIsHungryEveryDay##MyLoverSaysHeCan'tHoldBackAnymoreQaq# Then my lover lifted his arm and bit himself. Zombie: What are you looking at?! When I'm hungry, I'll even bite myself! Me: Oh, then I'll get back to farming. Bet you didn't expect this to actually be a farming story about a plant-cultivation technician and his boxer zombie boyfriend surviving the Apocalypse by farming and beating up zombies.

Theme: There's nothing like honest farming; the whole family gets to eat their fill.