Zombies Broke Out, I Relied on Takeout Stations to Counterattack

There is a distribution point for takeaway riders on the third underground floor of Huahai City's CBD. Before the virus outbreak, this was the most inconspicuous corner of the city. Filled with takeout boxes, electric cars, and expired seasonings, the air is always filled with the smell of braised chicken. After the virus broke out, this became the only way to survive within a five-kilometer radius. Lu Chenfeng and fifteen riders built a city wall with takeout boxes, converted electric vehicles into weapons, and converted cold storage into granaries. Others were digging through rubbish in the ruins, while they were eating hot pot underground. "Brother, someone has come to defect again." Lin Xiaotang poked her head out from the surveillance screen. Lu Chenfeng looked at the dense red dots on the screen - they were zombies and supplies. He drew a circle on the map: "This area will be cleared tonight." Fatty Wang shouted from behind: "Stationmaster, there's not much meat left in the refrigerator!" "Then go out and look for it." Lu Chenfeng picked up the steel pipe and looked back at his team: a retired veteran, a fitness coach, a college student, and a doctor. "Brothers, the food is being delivered." Three months later, when the apostles of the Genesis Company descended on the city, what they faced was not a group of trembling survivors. It was a building that grew out of the ground—Noah's Ark.