As they walked out of the second-hand clothes shop, the cold wind brushed against their cheeks, carrying with it the faint but unmistakable stench of rotting flesh.
Leng Pan didn't bother to turn back, but her acute senses had already spread out to cover the area.
She could feel the faint fluctuations of movement, some the same as superpower users, proving that whatever was coming had some power.
Shambling figures slowly converged on the store where the two groups were still bickering only moments before.
Janna glanced back once, her face pale. "Sister Pan… are they going to be surrounded." The girl was still young after all. She had only been out a few times since the apocalypse started and hadn't experienced anything this violent before.
"They brought it upon themselves," Leng Pan replied coolly, her footsteps never faltering. "Janna, you have to understand that in the apocalypse, stupidity is deadlier than zombies."
