The afternoon sun shone on Tang Zheng, carrying with it a lingering salty sea breeze unique to the Los Angeles West Coast. He had an urge in his frantic sprint to find a lounge chair and bask in the sun. But he quickly discarded the luxurious thought, rushing into the underground cement ramp before the zombies could react.
As he walked slowly down, the air seemed to cool without the sun's touch. Tang Zheng widened his eyes, scanning the surroundings. He liked this open space, even if needed to dodge, he had plenty of room to move.
