Si Dong watched the woman in his friend's arms relax, her nose so close to his neck that it was a surprise that she could even breathe.
"Good call," grunted Fan Teng Fei, but Si Dong simply shrugged the words off.
"Not hard to see the battle going on in her head," he said as he grabbed a bottle of hair oil that was left on the counter. Turning it around to read the instructions as well as the ingredients, he raised his eyebrows.
Before the end of the world, this brown bottle the size of his palm would have been worth a lot. He didn't even want to think about its worth in today's society. Or maybe it wasn't even worth the ingredients. After all, when you were being hunted down by zombies who really cared about how luxurious and soft their hair was.
Following the instructions, he poured a good amount of the liquid into his hand and rubbed them together. Once the oil had warmed up a bit, he reached forward to take her hair and spread it out.
