Chapter 103 Shameless Demand


    “Hey, Beautiful.”


    “What’s up?”


    “Can we eat now?”


    “Sure.” Theresa turned to Kyle and instructed him to bring out some of the emergency rations stored in the vehicle.


    “Is that all we’ve got?” Quentin eyed the meager supplies.


    She raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you think?”


    “It’s fine as long as there’s enough to eat.” He grinned cheerfully. “By the way, I happen to know a ce nearby with plenty of supplies.”


    “Oh? Where?”


    “There’s a three-story supermarket in the development zone, five miles east of here.”


    “Alright.” She nodded. “Let’s head there tomorrow.”


    Resource collection was an ongoing task that never ended. Since they were already here, they might as well clear out the nearby area.


    The smile on Quentin’s face grew wider when she epted his suggestion. He began to chat with Theresa and Kyle about anything and everything under the sky, trying to fish for more information by getting closer to them.


    “Where are you from, buddy? Judging by the way you carry yourself, you must have been in the military. How did you meet Theresa?”


    Unfortunately for Quentin, Kyle was a man of few words. He only answered Theresa, remaining as cold and silent as a block of ice at other times.


    In the end, Quentin failed to obtain a single useful detail from either of them despite constant attempts to probe for more information throughout the meal. In fact, the dogs were the only ones that would respond to him by the end of the meal.


    The cold reaction did not deter him. Even when he was ignored, he maintained a constant stream of chatter and jokes as though he was telling tall tales around the campfire with old friends.


    When they finished eating, he suddenly turned to Theresa and asked, “Beautiful, didn’t you offer to give me a wee present today?”


    “What do you want?” Theresa finally acknowledged him. Be that as it may, she turned around and punched him in the face as soon as she locked eyes with his single, gleaming eye. “Don’t look at me when you talk.”


    He clutched at his eye, feeling slightly speechless.


    “Can’t you be a little nicer to me, Beautiful?” he grumbled. “I was an orphan, raised by my grandmother, who was addicted to gambling. She would often hit or curse me for the slightest thing whenever she was


    upset.


    “I never had a single friend growing up, and now the apocalypse… I really want to stick with you guys and berades through life and death.


    “Can you ept someone like me?”


    “Speak inly!”


    “I want some supplies. I don’t feel safe without them.”


    Shocked by the audacity, Kyle stared at the shameless man in disbelief.


    Since Theresa already knew how Quentin operated, she simply smiled faintly. “Alright. You can take the rest of the supplies in the vehicle. I will also give you a third of whatever we collect tomorrow.”


    “You’re an angel, Beautiful! You’re absolutely gorgeous, and kind-hearted too! I swear I’ll work hard in the future!”


    If not for the fact that his loyalty level had not budged in the slightest, she might actually have been fooled by his impressive performance. This guy is really hard to handle. I don’t think it’s possible to entice him without offering actual benefits.


    Satisfied with the answer, Quentin happily went to retrieve the supplies from the vehicle.


    Kyle immediately opened his mouth as soon as Quentin was gone. “Theresa-”


    “Just give him whatever he wants,” Theresa interrupted with a dark look in her eyes.


    The next day, at the break of dawn-


    Theresa and the others finished their preparations early. The emergency supplies stored in the vehicle had been given to Quentin, so they had nothing left for breakfast.


    Nevertheless, Theresa secretly gave Kyle some food so that he and the dogs would have something to eat. Even if someone had to go hungry, it wouldn’t be one of her people.


    “Quentin, we gave you everything yesterday. I haven’t even had breakfast. We need to go out and secure more supplies.” When Quentin finally came downstairs, she acted as though she hadn’t eaten anything.


    Quentin immediately opened his backpack and pulled out a pack of bread. Then, he offered the bread to her. “How can I let you go hungry, Beautiful? Here, take mine.”


    The bread originally belonged to her. She had stored it in the armored vehicle as emergency rations, but she had given everything to him yesterday. Naturally, she did not hesitate to take the food given to her. It was hers anyway.


    “Let’s go. We’ll all be starving if we don’t find something soon.”


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    Her gaze lingered on his not-so-full backpack for a few additional seconds, then she smoothly slipped the bread into her own bag and climbed into the vehicle.


    Quentin and Kyle followed suit.


    Approximately ten minutester, they arrived at the supermarket located in the eastern development zone on the outskirts of Ansford.


    Ansford had developed rapidly in recent years. The outskirts, which once housed only a small number of vimunities, had expanded to include several new residentialplexes.


    However, most of these residentialplexes were essentially ghost towns. upancy rates were low due to the limited poption. Some of the development projects had even been abandoned midway. Those incidents had caused quite a stir of controversy at the time.


    In the wake of the apocalypse, the development zone grew increasingly eerie. Wails and howls echoed everywhere, causing the empty buildings to seem even more haunted. Moreover, zombies would asionally emerge from the desertedplexes.