"The customers never left."
Lingyun liked the line. It was very tongue in cheek if he did say so himself.
In fact, he liked it enough that, under different circumstances, he might have enjoyed the way Qin Fen swore from the back of the truck, or the way Gao Shun muttered something about cursed luck, or the way Old Chen went quiet in a way that he hadn't been before since he started threatening them all with a metal pipe.
But unfortunately for everyone, Lingyun was not in the mood to enjoy anything right this minute.
He stared through the windshield at the construction supply store and the shadows moving behind the glass. Dozens of them pressed against the locked doors, their dead hands dragging dark lines over the surface. More shifted deeper inside the aisles, slow at first, then faster as the scent and sound of the living reached them through the sealed entrance.
The store was full with zombies that apparently had been locked inside for a very long time.
Good.
