It's so Difficult to Be a Dad in the Apocalypse

I, Jiang Lin, 32 years old, a former human being who hopes to become a public enemy of mankind, am squatting in the freezer of the abandoned KFC kitchen and eating a piece of moldy finger-sucking original chicken. Don't ask me why I still insist on eating Kaifeng vegetables when the world is ending. Ask me because it's faith - after all, this thing is more tenacious than a cockroach, and even the spirit skeleton virus can't do anything to it. "Crack." Half of a rotten face suddenly peeked out from the crack of the freezer door, with its eyes hanging on the cheekbones like yo-yos. "Brother, is this a cafeteria?" I raised the chicken bones and shook them, "But I suggest you change to another restaurant. The fries here are soggy."