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Shelter.
"Your child is so cute."
Wu Hao took the initiative, smiling as he greeted a woman, knowing that the only way to form a connection was to compliment her child.
"Thank you."
The woman smiled in response, her gaze softening as she looked at her child.
The child squatting there held a sausage in one hand, eating while watching the ants on the ground, occasionally looking up to show a big toothy grin at his mother, full of innocence.
Still too young to know the horrors outside, a child cannot comprehend the cruelty of the apocalypse without witnessing the brutality of the zombies firsthand.
Wu Hao watched the child eat with a sweet smile on his face, he so wanted to tell the child, do you know what you are eating?
But he didn't.
He averted his eyes, not looking at the devoured sausage, so as not to feel the urge to vomit.
As Wu Hao swept the floor, he asked, "Miss, how long have you been here?"
Pretending to work, but in reality trying to build rapport.
