章節 467: Don't Overfeed the Zombies

I snorted in amusement at her statement. "I hear you," I chuckled. In my first life, I wanted nothing more than to be out in the countryside, growing food and raising chickens, but instead, I was stuck in an apartment with a small balcony only big enough for two tomato plants. I couldn't even get a pet chicken because my city had a stupid bylaw against it. 

"It might not be a traditional homestead, but let me see what we can do with what we have," I continued, thinking about what we could do to change an underground fight club into its own fully functioning city. 

We climbed up the six flights of stairs until we couldn't get any higher and opened the door to the roof, only to be brought up short by the human male standing in front of us. 

"Can I help you?" I asked, shifting my weight to hide my new friend behind me. I stared at the man. He was maybe 5'11" with 'stylish' black hair and dressed half decently given the zombie apocalypse.