Speeding with the Boss Husband on the Zombie Highway

I am a squatter with social anxiety and a lack of physical fitness. Apart from being good-looking, I am basically not suitable for living in modern society. Fortunately, I have a cold, ascetic and overbearing CEO boyfriend. I lay at home and squandered his money every day, planning to rely on his overbearing money-making ability to escape reality until I die at the age of eighty. But things didn't go as planned, and zombies broke out. ——No matter how domineering you are, your abilities are useless! In fact, it cannot be said that it is completely useless. Like, at least I can drive a Maserati on the run. So, I kicked open the bathroom door, dragged my underpants-clad boss out of the bathroom, and stuffed him and my rabbit into a luxury sports car. Driving a Maserati, the boss held the cat in the back seat and asked, "What's wrong?" I replied: "Silly man, when zombies break out, just take your crappy bath." Him: "Don't worry, I have a plan." Then he lifted his pants and turned on his mobile phone: "Contact my private jet pilot immediately." On the other end of the phone: "President! Your tarmac has been bombed!" He still smiled deeply: "It's okay." And continued to command: "Immediately call on all backup survival resources and transfer to the city A shelter." However, a few seconds later he suddenly put down his phone and said to me: "Drive to City S." I said, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to City A?" He replied: "City A is hopeless. I feel like my secretary has just been eaten." He then said: "Honey, I'm so cold. Why don't you go to the mall over there and buy me a pair of pants?" #Should be an apocalyptic zombie road comedy #There are no fantasy elements except zombies and the protagonist's brain Intention: Hold on to the dream