Tang Cheng trembled with every step as he crossed toward the kitchen door. Originally, there had been seven survivors in the shop, but now six of them had already been attacked by zombies.
Tang Wanyue, a delicate young girl, had even slimmer chances of survival.
He stepped into the kitchen.
A cold draft seeped through the cramped space, and inside were five or six zombies, pacing back and forth with mouths agape. This sight only dimmed Tang Wanyue’s chances of survival even further.
Under the long table holding the kitchen utensils, near the storage room and the stove, Tang Cheng nervously searched for Tang Wanyue’s figure. Fortunately, he didn’t find her corpse, which meant she had escaped this shop and was perhaps somewhere else on this floor.
“It’s very likely… Tang Wanyue is still alive…”
He hurriedly ran out of the steakhouse and dashed deeper into this floor, passing by more zombies wandering about, seemingly chasing someone who had led them here.
Searching everywhere, he suddenly spotted a white bag in the corridor leading west.
“That… that’s Tang Wanyue’s bag!”
Picking it up, he confirmed it was indeed her handbag. It seemed she had headed west.
“That’s right, I told Tang Wanyue before—if she encounters zombies, she should run toward the side with fewer zombies, the west side!”
A flicker of hope appeared in Tang Cheng’s eyes as he quickly rushed toward the western restaurant area.
The west side had three well-known Chinese restaurants.
A few zombies moved sporadically in the hallway; Tang Cheng swung his staff down, immediately sending them to their afterlife.
The doors to the first two Chinese restaurants were tightly shut. Scanning inside, he saw no people or zombies.
The door of the restaurant directly ahead was open, and he could clearly hear zombies banging on the door. That movement meant Tang Wanyue was very likely inside.
Staff in hand, Tang Cheng charged inside. A few zombies were clustered at the kitchen door, their claws frantically pounding the wooden panels. Clearly, someone was inside.
Since turning into a zombie himself, Tang Cheng’s hearing had become unusually sharp. Through the door, he faintly heard a girl crouched in fear, trembling and sobbing. That familiar voice was none other than Tang Wanyue—the source of his deep worry.
“Thank goodness, Tang Wanyue is okay!”
“My little bread goddess is still alive…”
The heavy stone in his heart finally lifted.
Tang Cheng set down Tang Wanyue’s bag and swung his staff with a calm expression toward the group of zombies!
“Ughya!”
“Ughyaya!”
“Ughyaya-ya!”
One after another, the zombies’ heads exploded, and they collapsed, heading to the blissful afterlife.
“Tang Wanyue, open the door! It’s me!” Tang Cheng dropped his staff and knocked on the kitchen door with his right hand.
“Yaaaah!”
Inside came a panicked scream, followed by a tense silence. It seemed she had tightly covered her mouth.
“…Don’t be afraid, it’s me, Little Zombie,” Tang Cheng said calmly through the door. “The zombies outside have all been dealt with. You can open the door safely.”
“Little Zombie?” The voice inside sounded surprised but she still didn’t open the door, her trembling voice asking, “Are you… human… or a zombie?”
“Of course, I’m a zombie!” Tang Cheng answered without hesitation.
“Yaaah!” The girl inside screamed in terror even more. “I… I definitely won’t open the door! Please don’t eat me…”
“No, I’m human!” Tang Cheng suddenly realized Tang Wanyue was terrified and hurriedly corrected himself.