"..." Zhang looked up from his ramen, "That's beautiful."

As he mused to himself about the ethics of communism due to him staring into the fire for too long, he heard something about a horde.
OUt of everything that could have followed this idiot up the stairs, why did it have to be zombies? Why not something more pleasant? Like a convenient bullet merchant, or a mech suit or a pretty lady?

"Anyone have spare gunpowder or bullets I could use?" Zhang dug into his pack for his tool kit, "I have an idea."