Two days had passed since they returned to the old house from the shelter.
For the past two days, Nina Jacobs had gone out with Wayne Warner every day. The two fought side-by-side, killing a good number of zombies.
Just then, Nina Jacobs pulled Wayne Warner into a house by the side of the road.
This was a brick house—one of Nina Jacobs’s safe houses.
A moment ago, while they were killing zombies, Nina Jacobs had forgotten there was a subway entrance nearby.
A large number of zombies seemed to be gathered inside the subway entrance, and the two of them had drawn them all out.
They had clearly run for seven or eight blocks, but several hundred zombies were still in hot pursuit.
At the critical moment, Nina Jacobs summoned the system’s safe house and pulled Wayne Warner inside.
Wayne Warner didn’t seem to find any of it strange.
Outside the safe house, zombies ran past one after another, but none of them noticed the two people inside.
"Let’s rest for a bit. We’ve been at it for most of the day."
Nina Jacobs had already placed a table and chairs inside the safe house.
"Are you hungry?"
Nina Jacobs glanced at the time. It was almost lunch.
"Yeah."
Wayne Warner looked at Nina Jacobs’s backpack.
"..."
Over the past two days, Nina Jacobs hadn’t dared to let Wayne Warner miss a single meal.
Every time mealtime came around, she was the one who pulled all sorts of food from her backpack.
This time was no exception. Nina Jacobs took out three large containers of fried noodles for Wayne Warner, along with various side dishes and a yogurt she had packed beforehand.
The roars of the zombies outside could still be heard, yet the two of them began to eat lunch inside the house.
Wayne Warner seemed completely unfazed by it.
From their interactions over the past few days, Nina Jacobs had learned that Wayne Warner only reacted to zombies, food, and her words. He wouldn’t spare a second glance for any other change in his surroundings.
He didn’t even seem to register the strangeness of her pulling steaming hot food out of a backpack.
Wayne Warner’s eyes simply lit up as he started to eat.
"Do you want more?"
By the time Wayne Warner had finished three containers of fried noodles, Nina Jacobs had only eaten half of hers.
She considered herself to have a decent appetite, but Wayne Warner made her look like she ate like a bird.
"Yes."
Wayne Warner nodded.
"..."
So, Nina Jacobs took out two more large containers of dumplings and placed them in front of him.
"Slow down. We’re not in a hurry."
After a few more bites of her fried noodles, Nina Jacobs started drinking her yogurt.
She was genuinely worried Wayne Warner would choke.
His only response was to continue eating in silence.
"We’ll rest here for a little while longer, then we’ll get the car and leave. There are too many zombies around here, so we have to take it slow."
Nina Jacobs didn’t expect Wayne Warner to understand what she was saying.
She just thought it was nice to have someone around to listen to her ramble.
"Okay."
Wayne Warner only spoke after he’d swallowed the last dumpling.
"..."
The two rested in the safe house for a little while.
They only came out when the number of zombies outside had dwindled to almost none.
Her car was parked nearby, and the system’s map had plotted the shortest walking route.
Of course, they ran.
Nina Jacobs was worried the zombies might turn back.
Soon, she saw her car in the distance.
They were behind a neighborhood supermarket, where they had already killed all the zombies.
But there were several people gathered around their car.
It was three men and two women. They seemed to have just discovered her car and were leaning on the windows, peering inside.
"What are you doing?"
The appearance of Nina Jacobs and her companion took the group by surprise.
But they quickly recovered.
"Is this your car?"
A burly, shirtless man wearing only a leather jacket asked.
Leather jackets offered good protection against zombie scratches and bites, making them excellent defensive gear in the apocalypse.
It was just too hot for it now.


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