"Sis, where are we going now?"
Bai Yifan rubbed his nose and silently moved away from the zombies on the ground.
The rotten smell hit him straight in the head, it was quite uncomfortable.
He felt a bit nauseous and wanted to vomit.
Bai Xiqin glanced at Bai Yifan, who seemed to be developing towards a sissy, and decisively said, "Today, Iām mainly taking you out for some fun."
If her little brother didnāt toughen up soon, she was afraid one day heād poke her face with his orchid fingers!
Thatās not even the scariest part.
The scariest part is, what if one day her brother cries and wants to go to Thailand, what would she do?
The whole world was in the apocalypse, there were no plane tickets to buy!
"Fun?"
Bai Yifan looked skeptical.
How could his sister, besides tormenting him, ever have the idea of taking him out for fun?
"Yes!"
Bai Xiqin nodded affirmatively and then got on the electric bike, patting the back seat, "Hop on!"
Bai Yifan was a bit nervous, but still got on the electric bike.
If he dies, then so be it!
After all, he was his sisterās only brother, she couldnāt possibly want to throw him directly into a zombie nest, right?
Leng Yebai glanced at Bai Yifan behind Bai Xiqin, his expression was extremely resentful.
He even thought about splitting Bai Yifan in half and throwing him out.
The thought was quite satisfying.
Yet, he didnāt utter a single complaint.
Bai Yifan was weak, lame, cowardly, and very annoying.
But his sister was formidable.
One couldnāt offend him.
His sister would beat someone to death.
"Xiao Ming, do you want to join us?"
Bai Xiqin stopped the electric bike next to Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming glanced at the electric bike crammed full, and smiled gently, "Sure, but thereās no space left."
"How come? Thereās plenty of space, you can just stand here!"
Bai Xiqin calmly pointed to the spot in front of her.
Many parents let their little kids stand in the front.
Whether or not to take someone wasnāt the point, what mattered was Bai Xiqin wanted to experience what it felt like to be a parent.
Zhang Yimingās lips curled slightly upward, just about to speak, when Leng Yebai got off.
Under everyoneās gaze, Leng Yebai forced his way in front of Bai Xiqin, and squatted like a primary school student.
His hands gripped the handlebars.
His tall frame huddled up, even crouching in front, Bai Xiqin could barely see the road ahead.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Are you... not feeling cramped?"
For the first time, Bai Xiqin began to suspect whether Leng Yebai had a few screws loose upstairs.
Normal people could hear she was joking!
"Itās alright, not bad." Leng Yebai coolly looked at Zhang Yiming, "You take the back seat!"
Dare not steal my favor!
As long as Iām here, you guys are mere mortals!
Zhang Yiming: ...
Zhang Yiming couldnāt help but pinch his brow lightly with his slender fingers.
In fact, he could get off and run.
He ran very fast.
"Brother Zhang, come, have a seat! I noticed you didnāt ride your motorcycle today either!"
Bai Yifan was quite happy, patting the spot behind him.
Brother Zhang was such a nice guy!
The milk powder he gave was a luxury item.
His most beloved brother, the only one.
What? Brother Leng?
Donāt ask, because if you do, Bai Yifan will just say, he didnāt give any milk powder!
Zhang Yimingās lips barely twitched, his eyes fleetingly glanced at the distance, then he sat behind Bai Yifan.
The small electric bike now had four people riding it in total.
The only girl, Bai Xiqin, was driving.
Bai Xiqin twisted the throttle slightly, and the electric bike let out a gentle hum, slowly heading in one direction.
Ten minutes later, in a distant corner, a zombie in a blue suit sneakingly peeked at the direction the electric bike left.
After confirming Bai Xiqin and the others had gone far.
The suited zombie pulled out a pair of disposable gloves from its pocket.
With stiff fingers, it struggled with the transparent plastic gloves for a while before finally getting them open.
After five minutes of effort, the clear plastic gloves were neatly fitted over its decaying hands.
The corners of its rotting mouth curled slightly before it took a few steps back.
Arriving at a sleek black motorcycle.
This was the bossās motorcycle.
Its task was to get this motorcycle back.
Bossās orders.
The decayed fingers encased in plastic gloves pressed against the motorcycleās handlebars.
The rotting fingers turned black inside the plastic gloves, but thanks to the protective barrier, not a drop of its black blood or decayed flesh contaminated the black motorcycle.
The suited zombie with transparent plastic gloves slowly removed its hand, confirming the motorcycle remained clean.
The suited zombieās face resumed a human-like smile.
The bossās belongings mustnāt get dirty.
Then, the suited zombie pulled out a roll of garbage bags from its pocket with its stiff fingers.
The black garbage bag was slowly opened by the zombieās decayed fingers.
The plastic gloves made it especially difficult to unroll the garbage bag.
"Grrrrā"
An angry growl erupted from the suited zombieās throat.
Its face contorted in rage, the sound a wild screech, yet it diligently continued with the garbage bag.
The garbage bag was crumpled, smoothed out, then crumpled again in its hands.
After a bout of struggle, the suited zombie finally got the black garbage bag open.
Half an hour later, the suited zombie had black garbage bags fitted over its feet.
"Heh hehā"
The beastly growl in its throat turned a bit lighter.
Wearing the plastic gloves on its decayed hands, stepping on black garbage bags, the suited zombie straddled the black motorcycle.
Silenceā
After five minutes.
A puzzled expression appeared on the suited zombieās decayed face.
Why does the boss start it and go, while I get on and it doesnāt move?
The suited zombie sat dumbly on the motorcycle, which stayed perfectly still, not even releasing the brakes.
After sitting idly for ten minutes, the suited zombie finally got off the bike.
It felt the bossās motorcycle had a problem with it.
The boss gets on and it moves.
It gets on and the motorcycle stays put.
"Grr grrā"
The suited zombie growled angrily at the cool motorcycle, even feeling the urge to take a bite.
But, it restrained itself.
This was the bossās possession.
Biting it would result in a beating to death.
A sigh came from its beastly growling throat.
The suited zombie squatted blankly, extending its decayed fingers, gripping the motorcycle tightly.
With a heave, it hoisted the motorcycle onto its shoulders.
The heavy motorcycle pressed tightly against its rotted neck, but it paid no mind even as a chunk of decayed flesh scraped away against the bike.
Creaaak creaaak~
The suited zombieās body issued the creaking of bones.
It seemed to be under some duress.
Yet the suited zombieās blank face showed not a hint of pain.
It couldnāt feel pain.
With heavy steps, the suited zombie trudged in the opposite direction the electric bike had gone, heading towards their lair.
Each step left a footprint.
The suited zombieās decayed fingers clutched the motorcycle tightly, as if carrying its most precious possession.
Along the way, it occasionally encountered other zombies.
The other zombies steered clear, skittish in the presence of the suited zombie.
They instantly knew which zombie was the High Rank Zombie.
Luckily, those little dummies couldnāt understand much, as none dared mock the suited zombie carrying the motorcycle.