Chapter 21: Is This My Teammate? (1)
After seeing Gu Qingyue off, Lu Weiyi closed the roller shutter door again, stretched lazily, and walked towards the food section. As he passed, half of the shelves became empty.
To avoid those who arrived later from leaving empty-handed, Lu Weiyi left a portion of all the food.
He took a large backpack from the luggage area and put it on, then stored everything else in his space. After one round, the entire supermarket, except for some remaining food in the food section, was clean, with even the shelves gone.
The only regret was the frozen section. As soon as he opened the freezer door, the stench of rotten meat rushed into his nostrils. Lu Weiyi quickly closed the door again and walked a few steps, looking at the melting ice cream in the full freezer with a pained expression.
Before long, the climate would become erratic, and scorching heat would arrive. At that time, being able to eat one of these popsicles would be like heaven on earth.
Lu Weiyi looked at it longingly for a while and reached out to open the freezer door.
With a “screech” sound.
The roller shutter door at the entrance was pulled up, and Lu Weiyi turned around warily, seeing a familiar face – Antonio.
Antonio also clearly recognized Lu Weiyi. He nodded, and the empty supermarket only made him raise his eyebrows slightly. Confirming that there was no danger, he let Dean, who was being protected behind him, come in first.
Dean still had the blond hair Lu Weiyi had seen the first time. His clothes, apart from a few red and black blood spots, had no damage at all, and the knife in his hand had no bloodstains. It seemed Antonio had protected him flawlessly.
On the other hand, Antonio’s steel rod was covered in black and white matter, and his body was splattered with a lot of bloody filth. A black mark unique to zombie blood had dried on his face, obviously formed from a splatter that someone had casually wiped.
These two had definitely faced zombies directly. Being able to keep Dean’s pre-apocalyptic innocence and fearlessness in a foreign country with a language barrier, Lu Weiyi admired Antonio.
Admiration was admiration, but he didn’t advocate this kind of airtight protection.
This was the apocalypse, danger was everywhere, and relying on others was the stupidest thing to do. The best protection was to teach him how to protect himself.
When Zhuang Mingxu forced him to learn how to kill zombies in his previous life, his face was full of heartache but his expression was firm as he said, “The reason I’m forcing you to learn these things isn’t that I don’t care about you. I just hope that in a moment of my negligence, when I can’t take care of you, or when I die, you have the ability to take care of yourself.”
Zhuang Mingxu had seen from the beginning that the stable world no longer existed. And at this time, Antonio might have already seen it too. Perhaps it was confidence or perhaps it was heartache, but there was a series of reasons why he hadn’t pushed his beloved out to face the storms.
Time would always prove him wrong, perhaps through the arrival of danger, perhaps through the loss of life, but the price would definitely be heavy.
“It’s you… Lu,” Dean exclaimed in English, surprised. An even more surprised voice followed, “Did you empty this place out?”
