"Surviving a great disaster means good fortune is sure to follow."
"I just feel a little sorry toward my brothers."
"But don't worry, Xiao Zhao, Old Wang."
"Once this batch of goods is sold and I get the money, your big brother will send some to your families."
"From beyond the grave, please bless me, Old Gao, and let me leave safely."
Old Gao bowed to the corpses around him, then took some chains off the truck. He planned to link the truck with the other vehicles so he could haul all the goods away.
As he passed an SUV, a hand suddenly reached out from beneath it and grabbed Old Gao's foot.
Old Gao leaped three meters in fright. Trembling, he aimed his rifle at the underside of the SUV and fired several shots.
Because he was too terrified, his marksmanship was naturally terrible. The shots sent dust flying from the ground but failed to hit their target.
Someone beneath the vehicle shouted, "Old Gao, don't shoot! It's me, Xiao Zhao, not one of those parasites."
Only then did Old Gao let out a sigh of relief. He then saw a figure crawl out from beneath the vehicle. His whole body was covered in blood, with human tissue clinging to him. It was his companion, Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao grinned at Old Gao. "We're damn lucky. I hid under the vehicle and thought I was done for, but those things seemed to be in a hurry to leave, so they just left."
"Haha, Old Gao, everyone else is dead. It's just the two of us now."
"Let's haul this batch back and split it fifty-fifty. We won't have to work for a whole year."
Old Gao finally came to his senses. His eyes shifted, and he nodded. "Don't talk.