Meng Qibao was scared, really scared. He looked at the zombie lying on the floor, muttering, "Ho, ho." Just one glimpse was enough to make Meng Qibao gag, but when he thought about how he could get a bag of rice and a catty of pork belly, he gritted his teeth and picked up the butcher knife.
"Qibao!" Meng Suisui was stunned when she saw her brother walk over the zombie; though she wanted to pull him back, she stopped when she saw the determination in his eyes.
With the knife clutched in his hands, Meng Qibao came to a stop in front of the child zombie. The monster raised his head and looked at Meng Qibao. His jagged teeth snapped at his feet, but Meng Qibao pulled it back.
'It is not a child. It's a monster—if I don't kill it, it will kill me,' Meng Qibao reminded himself again and again. And just when everyone thought that he was too terrified to move, the young man raised the knife over his head and —
BANG!
"AHHH!"
