Camilla sneezed again. Cain frowned. They can't rapple through roofs forever. The drug stores are out of medicines, and they barely have enough food too.

"Hey, keep it up!"

The last person crossed the rapple. Cain rolled it back.

"Mom, I'm cold!"

"We have gotten three layers of jackets for you, darling."

"I'm still cold!"

"Sir, are we still out of sanitizers? My father's wound is starting to rot."

He glanced around. A bank – a locked door, and perfectly blinded windows.

"We'll head to the bank."

"W-what?"

"I'm sure they have some supplies there."

They crossed another rooftop and waited. Cain knocked the door. As expected, the door is untouched. A security guard from the inside peeked through the blinds.

"What do you want?"

"My group have been outside for days and we need help. Can I please have some supplies?"

The man reckoned them to wait. He called the others, and they shook their head.

"No, we can't give you anything. Please go away."

"Please, we really need help. Can you please at least share some medical supplies? Some members are si-"

"No. We don't have medicines, food, nothing."

Cain furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're bank customers and high-ranked staffs, right? Your windows are neatly blinded and your door perfectly untouched. I bet you looked no worse after the apocalypse. Did you think I'd believe you?"

"You're on our property. We have every right to turn you away, and resort to force if necessary."

If necessary, huh?

"GET DOWN!"

The survivor group jolted. Cain brandished his gun and shot the door down. Bullets rocketed through the air. They fell to the ground, screaming.

Cain lunged forwards, shooting down anyone ahead of him. A bullet flew behind him, striking a security guard.

He looked behind. Several men and ex-convicts had jumped in to help him, brandishing their guns.

"Shoot to disable, not kill. Loot their supplies."

"Yes, Sir!"

Cain turned the corner and shot his gun again. Suddenly, he felt a metal against his forehead. The man smirked. His leg had been shot down by Cain, but he still managed to get up.

"You think you're in a video game, huh? Tell everyone to stop, or I'll shoot your pretty face off."

Before the man could move, his arm cracked, bending the gun against his own forehead. He couldn't move!

Cain grinned. He leaned close.

"I did say shoot to disable, but I would kill if necessary."

He called the others and left the room. The man's face paled.

"Call the military."

The helicopter flew down. Major General Kim gaze down.

"Woah, so they really have secured this tourist island?"

"Yes, the infection starts at the metropolis, and the transportation had stopped from there on. We did a two-week vetting on the island to make sure everyone's uninfected. The VVIPs had bought the entire island along with all the hotels and resorts."

"No way."

They opened the door. General Edwards smiled, shaking the hands of each VVIP.

"Thank you for your service, General!"

"Ah, it's my duty, Sir."

"You too, Major General! Thank you for escorting us to this haven!"

"Ah...yes..." Major General Kim nodded. He still couldn't believe that the VVIPs would be living here, with all the luxuries amidst an apocalypse.

General Edwards faded as soon as the VVIPs left.

"I got a message."

"What is it?"

"A blonde man who led a survivor group rappling through roofs, handles a gun, disables people within seconds, and had a pretty face. Can you guess who is it, Major General?"

Major General Kim paled.

"Where did you get his location?"

"The head of the national bank."

General Edwards thought for a while.

"Isn't Commander Luann's shelter near that bank, General? See if she has any report."

"Yes, Sir."

***

"Our dinner for today is..."

"WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT?"

"BUGS SOUP!!" Abel lifted the bowl cheerfully.

"BLEGGHHH!!"

"We want ramen, we want ramen!"

"Nah."

"What about potatoes or meat? Can't we eat them again?"

"You think it doesn't take time for potatoes and deers to grow? Or eat those frogs Louise brought."

"EWW!!"