Tang Cheng picked up a white box of medicine from the shelf. The label read Penicillin — a powerful antibiotic. It was incredibly effective at killing bacteria and often used for treating wounded patients.
He also grabbed Amoxicillin, the cephalosporin series, Azithromycin, some hydrogen peroxide for disinfection, and tossed them all into the medical bag. Then he headed toward the freezer room.
I wonder if there are any blood bags in there?
To his surprise — and relief — the freezer was indeed stocked with blood packs. Even better, it had all the major blood types.
“Right, I don’t even know what blood type that uncle has… He looked like he was going into shock…”
Just in case, he also grabbed some AB-type serum and antibodies, so he could run a blood test on the spot if needed.
After loading all the necessary supplies into the bag, he was pretty much good to go.
“See you next time, Miss Receptionist!”
He cheerfully called out to the zombie girl standing by the shelves — fully aware that no response would ever come — and quickly left the store with the medical bag on his back.
To prevent any more zombies from wandering in, he made sure to firmly close and seal the two doors behind him.
Zombies still shuffled aimlessly through the building, completely unaware of Tang Cheng passing right by them with the medicine bag on his back.
In this apocalyptic world where humanity was nearing extinction, perhaps the one thing he didn’t need to worry about… was being attacked by zombies.
He made it down the stairs safely.
“Crap, I forgot — the gun’s still in the pharmacy…”
Just as he reached the second floor again, Tang Cheng suddenly remembered that he’d left his shotgun behind in the drugstore-turned-supermarket.
“Forget it. The gun’s kind of useless to me now anyway…”
He quickly made his way back to the steakhouse on the second floor with the medical bag in tow — only to find the door locked and barricaded with stacked chairs. It was sealed tight.
“Open up, I’m back.”
Tang Cheng knocked and called out from outside the door. He wasn’t surprised; he figured they were probably being cautious of him now.
“He actually came back alive?!”
“No way… How’s that even possible?”
“He… how did he manage to do that…?”
Everyone inside the store stared in astonishment at the boy standing outside the door, carrying the medical kit. It was hard to believe—he had actually returned safe and sound after retrieving the medicine from the fifth floor, which was crawling with zombies.
The two young men, Zhang Pi and Li Dan, now gripped their sticks tightly and stood guard by the door, prepared to fend off Tang Cheng should he try to barge in.
“You’re back!” Tang Wanyue ran over, clearly thrilled, and called out to the boy from behind the doorway. But Zhang Pi and Li Dan immediately blocked her.
“Just throw the medical kit in! Don’t come in!” Zhang Pi barked, guarding the door with a stick. They only left a small gap wide enough for the medical kit to pass through—no chance for Tang Cheng to enter.
Standing at the door, Tang Cheng had expected this. He observed everyone’s expressions inside—it was clear none of them wanted him to come in.
“I’m… I’m sorry…” Tang Wanyue looked down and apologized. As much as she wanted to help, there was nothing she could do.
The female vet and the middle-aged man inside also kept their heads down, saying nothing.
“No! Don’t let him in! He’s a man-eating zombie! My husband was bitten to death by one of them!” shouted the woman who had lost her husband to a zombie. She glared at Tang Cheng with deep hatred, as if all her grief had been projected onto him.
“Got it? We’ve all agreed—no one wants a dangerous zombie like you inside!” Zhang Pi said coldly.
“Zombies should stay outside!” Li Dan added, his tone arrogant. Seeing that Tang Cheng didn’t have a gun in hand, he assumed Tang had lost it.
“Fine. I won’t come in.” Tang Cheng didn’t want to scare them anyway. If they didn’t want him inside, so be it. He placed the medical kit through the door and stepped back. “Take care of that uncle.”
Even though he had expected this kind of treatment, it still stung.
In their eyes, he was no longer human—just a zombie, a monster who could devour them at any moment. That old human world… no longer had a place for someone like him.