He stood there for a while, his throat seemingly blocked by something hard, unable to swallow or spit it out. After a while, he pinched his brow forcefully, using the pain to cover something up, and turned back with a laugh: “Excuse me for the scene.”
Dr. Zheng wanted to speak but held back, nodding in understanding.
“Get in the car,” Sinan said.
Wu Xinyan climbed into the high driver’s seat of the biochemical armored vehicle with hands and feet, asking nervously: “Where are we going?”
Sinan slammed the door shut and started the car, saying: “Nowhere.”
The biochemical vehicle left the garage, turned a circle in the open space, and drove towards the rarely visited anhydrous ammonia processing workshop. After bumping along the gravel road for several minutes, it finally stopped in front of an old brick building.
“I discovered this place last week when clearing zombies,” Sinan jumped down from the car and asked: “How long has he been harassing you?”
Wu Xinyan was shaking: “Just a few days after those people arrived…”
This was a cargo truck waste transport garage, surrounded by a foul ammonia smell. The green iron warehouse door was rusty, seemingly abandoned for a long time. Sinan stepped on a trash can, climbed in through the dusty rear window, then opened the front door, signaling Wu Xinyan to come in.
“The garage door is battery-controlled, the switch is here. It’s not very clean, but it’ll be fine after cleaning up. It can be lived in.”
Wu Xinyan hugged her arms, looking around with fear and curiosity.
The garage walls had large water-stained marks, corners piled with miscellaneous items, and dust covered the floor. Sinan unloaded two boxes of mineral water, instant noodles, blankets, and bedding from the biochemical vehicle, then pulled out the Type 64 pistol and placed it in Wu Xinyan’s hands:
“After we leave, if anything happens, bring your pregnant friend and hide here.”
Wu Xinyan’s breath almost stopped, feeling like she was holding a hot coal. “I, I, I can’t shoot…”
Sinan moved behind her, patted her arm, and helped her hold the gun, aiming at the sky and firing: “Bang!”
The recoil pushed Wu Xinyan off balance, the shell casing falling with a ding. Sinan encouraged, “Now you can.”