"Yeah, zombies don't walk like that… That's a Survivor! Must be a disguise!"
"…What a terrible sense of taste."
"What the heck was he thinking, showing up like that in the middle of the bazaar?"
"Hahah… Funny, though! Had me fooled for a moment!"
The tension melted away almost as quickly as it appeared. Survivors chuckled awkwardly, others shook their heads, and more than a few cursed under their breath for being startled.
Shane ignored them all.
He wasn't here to entertain or argue. The disguise had done its job—masked his real identity, amused him a little, and kept anyone from prying too deeply into his presence.
Step by step, he followed the map toward the smithing district. Soon, he spotted the stall Max had marked.
The Juggernaut himself stood there, waiting with his arms crossed, looking conflicted.
"Ahh…"
His eyes lit up with relief as he recognized Shane through the disguise.
"Boss," Max said in a low voice, "you made it."
