"Guo Nan, it's full." Zheng Minghui filled the cart with food, walked to Guo Nan, and said flirtatiously.
"Take it to Brother Fan." Guo Nan spat out a puff of smoke, squinted lazily, waved him off.
"Got it!"
Zheng Minghui, pushing the cart with the utmost care, crept towards the scar-faced man. Guo Nan discarded his almost finished cigarette on the ground and gazed at Zheng Minghui's retreating figure.
"This kid's pretty good actually, might consider keeping him around…"
He felt the satisfying weight of the full pack of cigarettes in his pocket. After this, he'd quit smoking. He walked towards the back of the shelves, not suspecting that he'd run into a zombie.
"Ahh! Zombies, help!" Guo Nan started yelling in fear. His strong survival instincts kicked in and he aimed a swift kick to the zombie's stomach.
