Thinking of Brother Chao's departure for the Lucky, Guan Hao shook his head. Men who always seek strength often lead tiring lives.
At that thought.
Pfft.
He opened a can of Coke, sipped it with relish, then drew the curtains and lay down to sleep.
...
By the Tide River.
"Damn it, that godforsaken shelter."
Brother Chao drove quickly until he saw the distant Lucky. His first glimpse of it was impressive. He could see people moving about, and there weren't many zombies around, which he crushed to death under his vehicle.
The only issue was that the car window had cracked from the impact, but luckily, there had been no danger.
Reaching the shore, he saw the kayaks and paddled toward the Lucky.
The Lucky.
He Qing was the emperor of this ship, enjoying the finest treatment, looking down with satisfaction at the survivors busily below him.