The young girl didn't look very old, probably around fifteen or sixteen, and her black-framed glasses were wrapped with white tape several times.
She looked so startled that, to Ling Mo, she resembled a rabbit. If her eyes had been redder, the resemblance would have been even closer...
"Do I look like a zombie to you?"
Ling Mo signaled for her to raise both hands then approached and took the steel fork from her.
The fork was homemade, not very lethal, but effective in combination with a flame thrower.
"Ah... no, we hardly have strangers coming here, so I... I'm sorry..."
She watched helplessly as her weapon was taken away, even the sprayer she carried on her back was removed.
"What's inside this?"
Ling Mo curiously pressed the nozzle and felt a 'click', and immediately a jet of fire sprayed out: "This thing is pretty interesting. Do you have a smaller one?"
He glanced at the girl and asked.
