The diameter of these coins was just right for the shotgun's bore. Once loaded inside, they would neither jam from being too tight nor fall out on their own from being too loose.
After pressing the shotgun shell back in tightly against the coins, Alice closed the breech and slung the shotgun over her back again.
Christo looked at the several remaining stacks of coins on the table and could not help asking with a twitch of her lips.
"This is your hobby?"
Alice nodded and smiled at Christo.
"That's right—a hobby that helps me kill more zombies!"
Christo could not help imagining what it would look like when the shotgun, enhanced by Alice's "hobby," was fired. When those stacks of coins were propelled out of the barrel by the gunpowder, they would definitely be far more powerful than the shotgun's original buckshot. It would be an absolute monster against zombies!
The scene would just be a little too bloody!
For Christo, who had never even killed a zombie, Alice's hobby was far too hardcore!
After tinkering with the two shotguns, Alice checked the ammunition in both large-caliber revolvers as well. Finally, she carefully wiped down the katana on her back before putting away all her equipment and following Christo to the room assigned to her and Claire.
Christo placed the torch in a holder beside the entrance, pushed open the slightly rusted iron door, and turned to introduce the place to Alice.
"This used to be the prison guards' quarters. All of us live on this side."
As Christo spoke, she pointed to a room nearby.
"My room is right next to yours. If you need anything, you can come find me anytime."
But Alice, standing beside Christo, did not notice that behind the door at her back, a