He then quietly opened the small basement door and slipped out, closing it again behind him, leaving Reyes and Colin to stare at each other, fraught with worry.
Outside was a laundromat, one of the favorite haunts of the local gangs.
The laundromat's interior was a winding labyrinth.
Shen Feng moved through rows of hanging clothes that would never be claimed, casually pulling down an oversized trench coat and draping it over himself. He then crept quietly to the front lobby.
A few zombies were shambling about outside, but they were all just the ordinary kind.
The zombie brain in the glass jar still hung from Shen Feng's waist. At first, the zombies showed some curiosity, but they soon turned away, paying him no mind.
It seemed a washing machine was more worthy of their attention.
Shen Feng adopted a similar swaying, shambling gait and moved to the doorway to look out at the street.
