Chuzheng covered her face.
The boss's dignity is completely gone.
"Xiao Chu, am I driving too fast? Is the wind hitting your eyes?"
Chuzheng immediately put down her hand, putting on a serious and aloof face: "No."
Although Chuzheng said no, Jiang Rushuang still slowed down.
The little electric scooter is indeed a good thing; when the streets are blocked by cars, you can still use the sidewalks.
As long as it's not a hundred-meter hurdle zombie athlete, the scooter definitely runs faster than zombies.
However, later on, as zombies got faster, this thing became useless.
Of course, it's mostly useless early on too—no electricity.
Any shop related to food on the street had already been ransacked, with hardly any scraps left.
The first few days were the easiest to find supplies, the later it got, the harder they were to find.
