When the Crematorium Director heard Zhao Rong say that the zombie-slaying weapon—the sandalwood sword—was about to arrive, he scoffed in disbelief. "Kid, don't spout nonsense or make empty boasts," he said. "The only reason I had the guts to tell you what weapon kills these zombies is because I know you have no way of obtaining them."
This crematorium is in the middle of nowhere, completely cut off from the world, the Crematorium Director thought. Forget buying a sandalwood sword at some nearby market. Even if he ordered one online from OmniCart, JD-Mart, or even Amazon, the delivery would take time. By the time a courier got here, they'd all be torn to shreds by the zombies' sharp fangs.
Meanwhile, the assistant standing behind Zhao Rong asked anxiously, "Zhao Rong, that horde of a thousand zombies will be on us in twenty or thirty seconds. Are you sure those sandalwood swords you bought from the Paradise Shopping Cart will get here in time?"
