Putting on a shirt after wiping himself down, Zain was getting everything else ready. Next, he placed his belt on, his two serviceable guns, two knives, and the one good baton he had left. After that, he wore a tight-fitting sports shirt from the closet that allowed him more unrestricted movement.
However, he still had a piece of what looked like black cloth tied around his neck to cover the bite mark.
"I had a dream," Zain replied as he went past Kun to get a few other things, such as his bag that he left in the main room.
"Wait, what? So, you had a dream? I thought you were about to make some grand speech about wanting to be a soldier or something when you were younger." Kun followed.
"No," Zain replied, putting the backpack back on Skittle, who could carry things more conveniently now that his strength stat had increased.
"I learnt how to use a gun in a dream."
"But, Zombies don't have dreams, at least I haven't since the day I have been bit."
