"Let's look for her and see if she's hiding in some corner crying."

Xiao Liu was a high school student, still very young. He was bullied in another base. Seeing that he felt sorry for her, Luo Ziqiang brought him out.

"I found this kid who was hiding and crying."

Xiao Liu hid beside the wardrobe in a room, squatting, looking at the small portion of food in front of her, and kept wiping away tears.

There was a pot of soil in front of him, and on the soil was a photo of his parents, who turned into zombies when the end of the world came.

"Damn it, you little brat, where did you get this meal from without even telling me?"

"We are worshipping our parents."

Normally, when everyone collected materials, they would divide them equally. But when he saw Xiao Liu offering sacrifices to his parents, he resisted the urge to take action.

Hearing other people's questions, Xiao Liu quickly wiped away her tears, put away the photo, and handed the lunch box to Luo Ziqiang.

"Brother Luo, you guys can share some."

"I thought my parents hadn't eaten in a long time in the underworld, so I wanted to pay my respects first and then tell you."

"It's not a big deal. We are all very happy that you think of us." Luo Ziqiang touched Xiao Liu's head, feeling relieved.

"Go get the bowl and share it with us."

After the bowl was brought, Luo Ziqiang opened the lunch box. There were vegetables and meat in the lunch box. Before the apocalypse, this one would cost more than 20 yuan. In the apocalypse, the price was even higher.

You can also tell that the ingredients are very fresh, and the lunch box was just made today.

"Xiao Liu, tell me the truth, where are you from?"