"No water. This is the only biscuit I've got. Take it or leave it!"
"You haven't killed a single zombie. There are so many zombies in this shopping mall, and my daughter and the others risked their lives and worked themselves to the bone cleaning them all up.
"You freeload off us, and we've already been generous enough to give you a bite to eat. How dare you keep whining? Do you believe I'll throw you out?"
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found herself crouching in the corner of a corridor.
A middle-aged woman who wouldn't stop nagging tossed a biscuit into her arms. Her face was filled with undisguised disgust and impatience.
The woman walked away after throwing it, while the people sitting or standing nearby looked at Su Qiao with equal contempt.
Su Qiao held the biscuit, which she could finish in two or three bites, and stared around in confusion.
The floor was tiled in beige, the walls were white, and the empty glass storefronts were fitted with lights that were only halfway installed.
This seemed to be a shopping mall still under construction and on the verge of opening. They were probably in an upper-floor passageway.
She could see the sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A rather sturdy woman in her thirties saw Su Qiao looking at the ham in her hand and immediately flew into a rage.
"What are you looking at?"
"This is something I got with my own ability. If you're so capable, go out and find food yourself!"
"You do nothing and still get a biscuit. Your uncle and aunt have already treated you well enough. Don't be so ungrateful."
Su Qiao, who had been staring blankly out the window, was drawn back by the woman's voice.
The woman wore