Ma Weiyan looked at the zombies incessantly clawing at them, felt for his pockets searching for a cigarette. After a long search, he couldn't find one and remembered that he had already smoked the last one.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
"I don't smoke."
Ma Weiyan grabbed the walkie-talkie, "Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu, do you have any cigarettes over there?"
A moment later.
A voice came through on the walkie-talkie.
"Da da da... Damn, where are the bullets? Aren't there any bullets left? Fuck, I've been firing and not a single bullet has hit their heads, damn it..."
"Brother Ma, what did you say? Out of cigarettes? I think we're screwed, damn, these damn zombies."
Listening to the voice from the other side.
Ma Weiyan sighed, looking towards the zombie horde ahead.
More and more.
They had already blocked the way forward.
