Twenty days into the outbreak, Xu Ningyu ushered the fat man inside as usual.
Tian Tian sat at the table sipping mutton soup, unable to hold back her disgust. "Why does that guy come every single day?"
I took a sip of my own soup. In the previous life, this fat man had also come daily, bringing fewer supplies each time.
Because of that dwindling supply, Xu Ningyu had doubled down on torturing Tian Tian and me, taking all his frustration out on us.
The constant beatings and screams even attracted the zombies lingering downstairs into the building.
I watched Xu Ningyu’s greedy face on the monitor and shook my head.
"What's this? So little?" Xu Ningyu finished counting the items in the bag and stepped forward, pulling the fat man off Yuan Jing mid-act.
The fat man’s expression was identical to last time: "Be grateful you’re getting anything! Look at this woman – what’s appealing about her now?"
"What world is this? Do you think you can find anyone else besides me?"
Xu Ningyu clenched his fists. He scooped up the meager supplies and retreated back into the bedroom.
I chuckled softly. The day had finally arrived. The fat man was giving less and less. What would these two do now?
I would realize the next day that I had seriously underestimated Yuan Jing.