God Mode RV Reigns the Apocalypse
"Water's not an issue. Food's not an issue. As long as you do your job, you'll eat meat every day. And if you like spicy food, I've got plenty of chili."
He'd stockpiled mountains of food from zombie drops and supply crates, all stored safely in his subspace—never spoiling, never expiring.
Bella looked up, red-eyed, and gazed at him.
In that moment, this cold, ruthless man seemed to radiate a kind of saintly glow.
"Meat... every day? And chili?"
"Mhm."
She sniffled, swallowed her tears, and nodded firmly.
"Boss. From now on, I'm calling you Boss. Tomorrow? You point, I scrap. Even if it's a Jaeger or a BattleMech, I'll tear it apart."