Chapter 9: Talent?

After getting down from the pickup truck, Ning saw a middle-aged man clad in a brown leader cloak stood in front of the convenience store. With his arm crossed and a rifle hung on his back, he shouted toward three youngsters sternly.

"You three, hurry up and get inside! I will keep watching outside so take whatever you can. But remember, prioritize canned food over other things!"

Looking intensely at his wristwatch, the middle-aged man continued.

"Time is of the essence. We only have five minutes!"

The three youngsters were two men and one woman. At this moment, one of the young men promptly responded,

"Relax, uncle Thane. I will get it done in a minute. Besides, we have all awakened our supernatural traits. Even if something does come up, we will be just fine."

However, just as the three of them retrieved their backpacks from the pickup truck and headed inside, they noticed the few buckets in front of the store's entrance and instantly became alerted.

'There is someone nearby!'

Such was the first impression that rang through their minds collectively.

In an apocalyptic world, zombies were not the only threat, but humans were even more fearsome.

It's especially so as the law enforcement upon society was on the verge of falling. Furthermore, the moral value engraved upon one's heart over the years has dramatically loosened its restrain and declined.

Inevitably, the more time passed since the apocalypse, the more apparent it became.

Gradually, the atmosphere became tense as they all looked at the convenience store cautiously.

"One sec, let me check the situation inside with my talent." The young woman stepped forward, reassured the other, and closed her eyes to concentrate.

And almost instantly, a seemingly invisible ripple spread to the surrounding, encompassing the convenience store.

A moment later, she slightly frowned and spoke, "Besides for a common zombie at the back of the store, the place is clear. No people are present inside."

"Alright, hurry up and go collect the supplies." The middle-aged man paused, then added, "Oh, and do take care of the zombie."

"Okay!"

The three youngsters nodded and started moving.

Inside the convenience store, they proceeded to stuff any edible food they saw.

As if having superhuman strength, they efficiently carried from three to four large backpacks with ease.

Hardly a few minutes later, the three of them took most of the usable supplies as they filled all the backpacks to the brim.

"I will be right back after getting rid of the zombie. You two take these bags to the truck and wait for me." Smirked, the other young man with black hair said with pure confidence.

"Be careful." The young woman warned and left.

"Don't worry. I'm already level 9. With my ability to create ice, a common zombie is no threat."

Staying behind, he scanned his eyes around and soon found a door to the back of the store.

Soon—

It only took barely a few seconds after the black-haired young man went through the door, but he was already back. There was hardly any change toward his expression.