The intense sounds of fighting stopped as Gao Ming stepped out of the surveillance room, leaving the supermarket deathly quiet.
This silence made Gao Ming's skin crawl, perhaps because he'd died too many times before, he had developed a special intuition for death.
With goosebumps all over, Gao Ming couldn't quite put his finger on what was amiss.
Bending slowly, Gao Ming's eyes adapted to the darkness; he signaled Zhu Miaomiao and the bespectacled newbie to stay put.
His ears twitched at an odd noise, and adjusting his body angle, he peered toward the faint light.
Standing at the checkout counter was a person with wet, black hair plastered across the face, hiding the eyes and nose, only revealing purple lips.
Head bowed, she stared at the computer screen, her hands occasionally pressing on the computer.
This woman, dressed in the supermarket's work uniform, shivered from the cold, her skin unnaturally pale, looking as if it would rot away at the slightest touch.
