As three zombies pinned the assistant to the ground, he immediately thought of the GPRS locator Brother Zhao Rong had given him. He struggled to reach into his pocket while warning them, "You three hideous zombies, get lost! Otherwise, my Brother Zhao Rong will be here any second to exterminate all of you!"
Upon hearing this, the three zombies burst into laughter. "You idiot, this is a basement," one mocked. "It's completely enclosed, and there's no signal at all. Even if you used your phone to make calls or send texts, nobody would ever receive your messages. No one would dare come here to save you."
The first zombie pondered how to deal with their captive. "Brothers, it's been a while since we had barbecue," he said. "Why don't we roast this guy over the stove and eat him? How about it?"
The second zombie thought steaming would be tastier. "I think we should steam this plump, tender fellow. It would be more delightful that way, and he won't get stuck in our teeth."
