The Takeaway Is Halfway Through the Apocalypse

Thirty-five years old, delivery boy, fat man. No house, no car, no wife, no friends, life is enough. The end is coming, and I have a check-in system in my mind. On the first day, strength +1. He huddled in the darkness, listening to the roars outside, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up - those who looked down on me before, please kneel down and beg me. I also want to eat well, drink hot food, and have a beautiful woman in my arms. This world, it's my turn.