On the one hundredth day since the outbreak of the zombie virus, it was New Year's Day.

The traditional beliefs ingrained in Chinese people made me feel like I should have something delicious to eat.

I rummaged through the freezer for a while and found a box of frozen dumplings filled with pork and green onions.

Holding the dumplings, I bounced and jumped around in the living room, as happy as a fool.

I cooked a large bowl of steaming hot dumplings. As I was halfway through eating, I said to myself, "Chen Xi, happy New Year."

"Hang in there, believe in the camouflaged brother. Someone will come to save you for sure."