In the dim night, the supermarket's glass doors had long since shattered. Between the toppled shelves came the constant sounds of rummaging through debris, along with the curses of several men.
Tiandao stood in the shadows of the corridor outside, silently watching the supermarket.
A group of adults in tattered Tactical Suits were desperately searching the store for supplies. Their clothes were stained with dark red blotches, and their eyes mingled despair with madness, like wild dogs starved to the bone.
Tiandao frowned at the sight. He did not like those eyes at all. There was not a trace of human warmth in them.
With that thought, Tiandao immediately prepared to turn around and leave, searching for another hunting ground.
But just as he was about to slip away quietly, the corner of his eye caught sight of a small figure cautiously moving through the shadows beside the supermarket's outer wall.
She was a little girl about his age. Her brown hair hung messily against her face, and she clutched a flattened cloth bag in her hand. Standing on tiptoe, she peered into the supermarket, her eyes filled with unease, but even more with an almost stubborn resolve.
Tiandao looked at her, then turned back to look at the adults inside the supermarket with their twisted gazes. After thinking for a moment, he picked up a fist-sized rock and hurled it with all his strength like a baseball.
Crash!
The stone precisely smashed the display window on the other side of the supermarket. The crisp sound of shattering glass was especially piercing in the silent night.
The little girl in the shadows shuddered at the sudden noise, then scrambled into the corridor beside her.
At the same time, the adults in the supermarket were alarmed.
Cursing, they rushed out with