"Come to Mama!" I yelled as I got off the ATV that I was driving. Chen Zi Han, Wang Chao, and a few others followed closely behind me. Between the fact that they were the standard ATVs (nice and safe) and the streets were somewhat plowed, I didn't do too badly.
Honestly, I was quite impressed with myself. But as soon as I saw that giant pile of boxes in the snow, and understood that they were all mine, I couldn't contain my joy. I am sure that my love/ dependence on supplies before the end of the world would have been a symptom of some type of mental trauma or another, but I think living through a zombie apocalypse and the collapse of humanity counted as enough of a mental trauma. In other words, I would happily collect all the supplies I could and anyone else could kiss my ass.
