Chapter 30

Shaving would be better. It even kept them cool. Irene could barely bring herself to look at their freshly-shaved heads. Both of them stared at Irene menacingly. She touched her ear-length short hair, feeling an inexplicable chill around her head. For the first time, Irene felt that she still had to take care of her image. That night, Irene changed into her skintight insulation suit and bulletproof vest. As for external wear, she put on a black sports suit, a mask, and a cap. Finally, she went to the gym and picked out the most conspicuous mace she had. With that, she was ready to head out. When she stepped out of the living room, Sam, who had been recuperating this whole time, stopped her. "Wait." He coughed twice and slowly straightened up. "You're going out to gather supplies, right? I'll go with you." He was from the special forces, so he was physically fitter than most people. After covering for a few days, he was in much better spirits already. "I never considered teamin