The eight-minute tough guy

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know, I know! God, you're annoying! I'm getting up, okay?"

Under Gavin's prodding, the councilman's son huddled beneath his blankets, whining like a goddamn child.

As he whined, he kept kicking his legs in frustration. He was practically throwing a tantrum.

Honestly, Gavin hadn't seen anything like this in ages.

After all, the disaster, the wasteland, and the zombies had long since robbed most people of the luxury of acting spoiled.

It had been so long since he'd seen someone who could still grumble and complain about getting out of bed, just like on a morning before the apocalypse—

So Gavin wasn't angry. Instead, he watched the councilman's son with fascination and amusement.

Beside Gavin, Abel was just as intrigued. Eyeing the councilman's son's backside, he said to Gavin with a chuckle,

"Boss, this guy looks like he hasn't been weaned yet. Now I know what someone who's been sheltered too much looks like."

"I wouldn't even be surprised if he threw himself into Caden's arms right now and asked to nurse!"

"Instead of taking this asshole out to kill zombies, I honestly think we'd be better off taking Kaden Cross."

"Even if we couldn't expect any fighting ability from Kaden either, at least she could help ease our mental exhaustion and stress. All he can offer is a glimpse of some pampered little prince's pre-apocalypse fairy tale."

With that, Abel irritably kicked the councilman's son in the ass.

The councilman's son squirmed twice, wriggling like a worm as he continued to whine.

"Stop yelling, stop yelling. I know, I know. I'm getting up. Just five minutes. Five—"

Whoosh!

Before the kid could finish, Gavin yanked his blanket off.

Cold air washed over his entire body, making him curl into a ball and suck in a