[center][h1][b][color=228B22]Cheung Ji[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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[center][i] ♬ I walk the lonely road, the only the one that I could ever walk 
Don't know where it goes ... but there is only me with my broken heart ♬[/i][/center]

Humming "The Lonely Road" by Green days for the umpteenth times of the day, Cheung Ji continued to trailing down the asphalt road, scavenging for some leftovers from the nearby cars. He needs foods and oil and stuffs to trade, stuffs that people would usually forget when the mists hit. Already and he had made quite some progress, two bottles of water, a bag of Takis, and some texas cinnamon buns. The expiring date for the texas cinnamon buns are maybe 3 days late but it is nothing. He had worse before. [i] Promising for a new day[/i], Cheung thinks while shoving the foods into his bag. 

Still, there are vehicles that he wouldn't dare to scavenge due to a lack of people. Flipped cars, cars with burning smells, cars with something resembled a humanoid in them. Especially cars with corpses in them. Cheung Ji had heard of weird noises when the night comes, so who knows if those corpses gonna bite him and give him AIDS or turn him into zombies or something. So with those cars crossed out, there are still quite a few that he can scout. 

But just as he was about to scavenge a white ford, the one that those child kidnappers usually use, for some extra rations, a noise rose from the top of the hill. Given normal circumstances, it would have been eaten out by the sounds of vehicles coming back and forth on this street. But these days aren't under normal circumstances now. Everyone is wack and the gas station is either burn to the ground or out of fuels. Everyone is dangerous and has guns. And if binging the Walking Dead series had taught him anything, it is that people are going to hurt you. Not Rick though. He is the protagonist. 

So picking up his bag from the sidewalk and positioning his fire ax into a more comfortable grip, Cheung Ji decided to discover the source of this disturbance. If it is one of those marauders on TV, he had times to run.  His "house" is only 2 miles down this road anyway. So it is better if he had some ideas for what is happening in the area. Or, if it is even better, he could trade some goods for some shaving soaps. Cheung thinks, his hands run over the prickling new mustache that is slowly forming around his upper lip. 

"Yeah. Let's do this."