"Sister, please make sure to protect Dad, Mom, and Yuanyuan."
Standing in front of Qiann Yan was a little girl in a princess dress, about twelve years old, with exceptionally beautiful and clear eyes.
Remembering past events brought tears to the little girl's eyes, but even though the tears were about to fall, she forced them back.
She couldn't cry; the apocalypse was cruel, and tears were useless. These were the words her zombie parents had written for her on the ground using a stick.
In the apocalypse, no one would care about her weakness; everyone was focused on acquiring resources to survive.
No one would sympathize with her just because she was a little girl; instead, they would think she's easy to bully.
"That morning, I woke up as usual and ate the breakfast Mom made. I was a bit tired of having the same thing every day, so I only ate half. After that, Dad drove me to school."
