Yuche slammed the door to the SUV shut hard enough that the metal buckled under the impact.
Three out of four men were there, dumping their supplies into the vehicle, but there was someone missing.
Lingyun wasn't there. He wasn't where he should have been.
The space between the other open SUV doors and the street beyond had collapsed. The zombies seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, filling the gap between Yuche and Lingyun so completely that it was hard to see where the distance had even been.
Lingyun stood on the far side of it, the only gun they had between the four of them raised. His shoulders were square, exactly where he had been when they loaded the supplies, holding the rear as if nothing had changed.
But in the rush to get the supplies safe, everything had changed.
He was now alone.
And almost out of bullets.
"Fuck," Chenghai breathed, the word low but sharp, his body already turning away from the vehicle instead of toward it.
Lingyun fired once.
