49. Food for Thought

Fans swayed from side to side as they spun lazily on the ceilings of the cookhouse.

Ah-mo finally strolled to the cookhouse after half an hour, proud of himself that he crossed the dangerous square in one complete attempt. Looking at the bright sun outside, hanging high in the sky he was puzzled... not night time yet. People here have a weird tradition of sleeping!

Angry and hungry, Ah-mo stormed into the open kitchen. "我自己找东西吃er!"

...

Nearby, a lone figure was frantically kicking at the sliding doors of the medical building. Finally, the hinges of the sliding doors of the medical wing gave way and smashed to the ground with a bang. Peering around, he scratched his bald head. Where was everybody? Are they all like the rest of the people around, sleeping like a log?

Suddenly, a bright flash of light.

The wide glass panels cracked and shattered, sending a rain of glass shards exploding into the room. At the same time, a strong gush of hot air through the broken door knocked Ah-moe off his balance, sending him flying onto the floor. Sheilding his eyes from the flare, he peered to see the cookhouse bursting in flames and a rather familar figure running out from the blazing inferno shouting,"不是我er! 一定是别人er!"...