Start Delivering Food and Fight Your Way Through the Apocalypse

My name is Zhang Qiang, a delivery boy. My wife works as a cashier in a supermarket, earning 2,800 yuan a month. My daughter is five years old, her front teeth are missing, and her smile is leaky. My biggest wish is to save enough money to go back to my hometown, open a small shop, and live with them. Then the end came. The zombies tore everyone apart except me. I have to walk 1,100 kilometers home. Someone on the road said, "How can you, a food delivery guy, make it alive?" I said yes. They don't know—— What food delivery people are best at is rushing. Those who deliver food are least afraid of wind and rain. As a food delivery driver, I ran fourteen hours a day. I was chased by dogs three times, scolded by customers countless times, and fined twice by traffic police. What is this little road? Thirty days later, I stood in front of my house, covered in blood. Behind him were ten men with rifles on their shoulders and machetes on their waists. The people who bullied my wife, beat my daughter, and hurt my parents knelt on the ground and asked me who I was. I said—— "The food delivery guy."