We got through the remaining two grocery stores with no drama… thank God, and after meeting up with the rest of the guys, we quickly made our way to the rendezvous point with the general.
I had made sure to put away most of our supplies and instead, everyone carried their own backpack with the bare minimum to keep up appearance. There was no point in having the General know how many supplies we actually had.
Now, I don't pretend to know what goes through Fuck Face's mind on a daily basis, or even an hourly basis at that, but I had assumed that since he was a General in the prestigious army of Country K, he should have some level of intelligence.
But apparently, I had given the man much too much credit.
