Xu Feng was surprised at how quickly time had passed and how life seemed to be moving at a speed he couldn't keep up with. Time was always elusive, but according to his new chauffeurs, his math hadn't been adding up at all.
The apocalypse had begun almost two years ago. It was about two months until that two-year marker, which meant it was the end of September, and the chill in the air made so much more sense. It was fall, and winter was on its way.
The men had spoken about how harsh last winter was and asked about his plans for surviving the cold season, but Xu Feng ignored them. These two idiots were not his friends; he knew that they knew that, but they somehow believed he was some pushover they could manipulate.
Xu Feng rolled his eyes, refocusing on the passage of time. With his new understanding, he now realized he had been "asleep" for over two months. That was when this group of ruffians had last seen "Zee," or Xu Zeng.
