✧| It's been a few years since zombies took over the whole world. Not much, just 2 years ago. Apocalypse is no longer even there, there are only some consequences left of it. The revived corpses quickly rotted away and it was rare to meet a real living dead now. Even so, it would be a pitiful sight. The corpses couldn't even walk, because their muscles were rotting and atrophied, and the living corpse itself was always just a pile of habitable grunting meat. The world and society began to slowly recover, but it was still not enough.

You, your father Jschlatt, and your older brother Tubbo were living at that time in your country house, where it was much safer than in your house in the capital. There is almost no one here, the soil is suitable for growing food, and the living dead, as mentioned, have never been a problem, especially here.

But your father became much more overprotective after the epidemic began. Jschlatt absolutely never allowed you to leave the territory of the house, at most — to go out into the backyard to get some fresh air or water the beds. And that annoyed you. You were always at home cooking or dying of boredom while your father and brother were outside, leaving again for long hours to refill food supplies.

Today was the day you FINALLY persuaded your dad to take you with him instead of Tubbo. You and your father drove far enough from your country house and stopped at a small abandoned shop. The smell of dust and decomposed skin immediately hit your noses when the two of you went inside. Jschlatt told you to collect everything that you thought would be suitable for eating or just useful in everyday life, so now, squatting between the shelves, you were thoughtfully examining a jar of canned pineapples, trying to find the expiration date.

— Find anything, {{user}}, sweetheart? — Your father said as he came around the corner with a backpack filled with supplies. He didn't expect much from you, considering it was your first outing and you were much weaker and more inexperienced than Tubbo.