After dealing with the zombie, Xiao Feng cautiously stepped further into the convenience store, his senses alert to any signs of danger. The air was heavy with the musty smell of decay and abandonment, mixed with a faint metallic tang from spilled food cans and broken packaging. The store was dimly lit, the flickering emergency lights casting eerie shadows across the aisles.
The once-organized shelves were now chaotic and half-empty, with products strewn haphazardly across the floor. Aisle after aisle showed signs of looting; some shelves were overturned, their contents spilled and trampled underfoot. Broken glass crunched under Xiao Feng's boots as he moved, a stark reminder of the chaos that had ensued in this place.
"The place has been picked clean," Xiao Feng muttered to himself, disappointment evident in his voice. His eyes scanned the shelves, hoping against hope to find even a crumb of food or a drop of water that might have been overlooked.
