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In the early morning, the market in the ruins was bustling with voices, the sounds of vendors calling out their wares creating a scene reminiscent of a pre-apocalyptic prosperity, if one could overlook the stench of decay in the air and the crumbling walls all around.
I followed Xie Yutong and Xiaoyu, along with Zhong Dali, who was as excited as a two-hundred-pound child, weaving through the crowd.
"Wow! So much delicious food!"
Zhong Dali's mouth nearly watered as he fixated on a stall selling roasted rats, sizzling and dripping with oil, their aroma wafting enticingly. Unfortunately, our pockets were empty.
"Save your saliva," I reminded him. "We don’t have many bullets, and even if we did, we can't waste them like this."
"But... but it looks so good..."
Zhong Dali looked at me with puppy eyes, resembling a husky that had just had its bone taken away.
Xie Yutong shook her head in resignation and led us to a relatively clean stall displaying some compressed biscuits and canned goods. They didn’t look particularly appetizing, but at least they could fill our stomachs.
"How much for these?"
Xie Yutong asked, adjusting her glasses, a glint of determination flashing in her eyes.
The vendor was a one-eyed man who scrutinized us with a sideways glance. In an unprofessional tone that reeked of disdain, he spat out, "Five bullets for a box of biscuits, ten for a can."
"So expensive?" I frowned; this price felt like outright robbery.
"Take it or leave it," the one-eyed man rolled his eyes. "This is the apocalypse; I risked my life to get these. Do you understand what skyrocketing prices mean?"
Just as I was about to haggle, hoping to trade scrap metal or other supplies for some food, a commotion erupted from the center of the market, shattering the morning's calm.
"Robbery! Someone's being robbed!"
The crowd instantly descended into chaos, screams and curses mingling together like a boiling pot of porridge, creating an uproar.
I saw a group of thugs in tattered clothes, wielding sticks and knives, raiding a stall. The vendor, a frail old man, was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as his goods were taken away.
"Wow! Exciting!"
Zhong Dali rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling with eagerness.
"Shut up!" I shot him a glare. "Don't cause trouble; we don't have many bullets."
Xie Yutong and Xiaoyu also scanned the surroundings warily, ready for a fight. There was no trace of panic on their faces; they were clearly accustomed to such scenes.
"It seems today's market is not peaceful," Xie Yutong whispered. "We should find a safe place to hide and observe."
I nodded and was about to pull Zhong Dali away from this dangerous spot when I realized he was gone. That guy had run off faster than a rabbit.
"Where's Zhong Dali?" I asked, a sense of foreboding creeping in.
"I don't know," Xiaoyu shook her head. "He was right here a moment ago, and now he's vanished. That guy..."
I cursed inwardly; where had that fool run off to? Surely he hadn't gone to join the chaos?
Just then, I spotted Zhong Dali pushing his way out of the crowd, cradling a box of compressed biscuits in his arms, his face lit up with an excited grin like a weasel that had stolen a chicken.
"Wow! I got it!" he shouted, as if he were afraid no one would notice.
I was dumbfounded. This idiot actually went to rob something? Did he misunderstand what "exciting" meant?
"Put that down!" I hissed. "Do you want to get us killed? We can't take on those thugs!"
Zhong Dali looked innocent. "I didn't steal it; I found it! Really! They didn't want it anymore, so I just picked it up!"
I was speechless; that excuse was just too pathetic. Who would believe that?
At that moment, the group of thugs also noticed the compressed biscuits in Zhong Dali's hand. Their eyes gleamed with greed, like a pack of hungry wolves spotting their prey.
"Kid, hand it over!" one of the thugs with a face full of flesh growled, saliva nearly dripping to the ground.
Zhong Dali, frightened, hid behind me. "Wei Na, help me! They want to steal my biscuits!"
I sighed; it seemed there was no escaping this today. Damn Zhong Dali!
"You want the biscuits?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm, though my heart was already in turmoil.
"Of course!" the leader of the thugs waved his hand impatiently. "Stop talking nonsense and hand it over! Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude!"
I smiled, a mix of helplessness and determination in my expression. "Then come and take it; let’s see if you have what it takes."
With that, I charged at the group of thugs. Since there was no way to avoid this, I might as well fight! After all, if I was going to die anyway, I might as well go down swinging!
I swung my fists, knocking several thugs to the ground. My strength had increased after battling armored zombies, and dealing with these small fry was as easy as chopping vegetables.
Xiao Yu also drew her pistol and shot with precision to cover me. Her marksmanship was extraordinary; every bullet hit its target—truly a sharpshooter.
Xie Yutong observed the surroundings calmly, looking for an opportunity to escape. She was composed and strategic, like a general plotting her next move.
"Wow! Wei Na, you’re amazing!" Zhong Dali shouted excitedly from behind, completely forgetting his earlier fear.
As I fought, I kept an eye on the situation around me. I noticed that although the thugs were numerous, they lacked organization and their combat skills were weak—they were just a rabble.
An idea formed in my mind—a plan that could allow us to escape unscathed.
I pretended to be weak and feigned exhaustion to lure the thug leader closer. He looked strong and seemed to be their boss.
When he approached, I suddenly exploded into action, delivering a powerful punch that sent him flying. I put all my strength into that blow; he crashed heavily onto the ground and struggled to get up for quite some time—probably with a few broken ribs.
The other thugs, upon seeing this, immediately lost their morale and scattered like a group of frightened mice.
"Wow! We won!" Zhong Dali exclaimed, jumping up in excitement, completely unaware that this victory was due to my strategy, not his "found" cookies.
I let out a sigh of relief; the chaotic brawl was finally over. Although it had been a bit perilous, we were all safe.
"Don't celebrate too early," Xie Yutong reminded us. "We need to leave here quickly; it would be bad if we attracted even bigger trouble."
I nodded and pulled Zhong Dali and Xiaoyu along as we followed Xie Yutong away from the market. We found a secluded corner to assess our spoils: a box of compressed biscuits, a few cans of food, and some scattered supplies. While it wasn't much, it was still a decent haul.
"Wow! We're rich!" Zhong Dali shouted excitedly, his eyes sparkling with the prospect of wealth.
I chuckled; this fool was easily satisfied—just a box of biscuits could make him this thrilled.
"These supplies will last us for a while," Xie Yutong said. "Next, we need to find a safe place to rest and regain our strength."
I nodded and was about to speak when suddenly, a figure approached from the distance. It was a tall woman dressed in a black bodysuit, holding an oddly shaped weapon.
She walked up to us, removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of cold eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked icily.
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