Jarvis watched Matthew's back and clicked his tongue in annoyance. He felt that Matthew's habit of hoarding supplies was a direct insult to his strength. After all, he was a top expert in shadow arts. Wherever he went, he never worried about starving. Soon, the two of them finished packing and got ready to leave. Before they stepped out, Matthew couldn't help glancing at Selene. She wasn't as young or pretty as the other two women from before, but she wasn't ugly either. More importantly, she was gentle and well-mannered. If he could take her along... Selene was sharp. She always knew how to read people. The moment she noticed his thoughts, she acted at once. She sighed to Jarvis and said, "You guys are amazing. Carrying so much and still traveling so far. Unlike me..." She put on a weak, fragile look. "Even if I carried nothing at all, just walking out there in that frozen snow, I'd have to walk a few steps and rest for a long time." Jarvis nodded in agreement. "Women," he said simply. From what he had been taught since childhood, women were useless burdens. If they couldn't walk far, that was only natural. Matthew's face darkened when he heard that. Great! Now there was no chance of bringing her along. Jarvis was racing against time to hunt down the killer. He would never agree. Matthew clenched his teeth. He said nothing and followed Jarvis out the door. "Safe travels!" Selene smiled brightly as she watched them leave, a smug curve on her lips. Good thing I think fast! There's no way I'm leaving.She already had a plan. She would use the strange, twisted corpses in Cloudshade Hall to scare people. She'd turn this place into a "haunted zone" so all survivors would stay far away. Then, she could quietly hide out in this three-story building and live her own peaceful life. Outside, the blizzard had stopped, but the snow was deep. Even wrapped up like a ball, the cold still stabbed through the layers. Matthew and Jarvis each held a torch for light as they left the alley and pushed forward with difficulty. They had found a flashlight on the third floor of the warehouse that barely worked. In this freezing weather, torches were warmer and more reliable. They struggled on for a long time. By the time the sky finally began to lighten, they reached a small factory in downtown Greendale. A large truck was parked inside, just as expected. But there was only the truck. No fuel. After walking for hours and feeling completely numb from the cold, Matthew finally broke down and shouted, "What are we supposed to do now? I really can't walk anymore!" There was a warehouse full of supplies. There was a warm fire. There was even a gentle, well-behaved woman. And Matthew enjoyed none of it. Instead, he had been dragged through the freezing winter by a stubborn, unhinged pervert, walking mile after mile. Now the car wouldn't run. And they still had to keep going—on foot. The more Matthew thought about it, the more wronged he felt. Tears spilled from his eyes. The moment they fell, they froze right onto his face. It looked pitiful and a little ridiculous.Jarvis saw this and roared, "Hey! Stop crying! Just find some fuel!" Matthew sobbed as he yelled back, "That's easy for you to say! Where are we supposed to find fuel? That stuff is rarer than food now!" Jarvis looked at him like he was an idiot, then turned and walked into the factory building. "There was fuel in the car we drove before. Drain it and put it into this one." Matthew's eyes lit up. "Oh! Right!" Then he frowned. "Then hurry up! Let's go get it! Why are you going inside?" Jarvis rolled his eyes hard. "To find tools." How could his partner be this dumb? No bucket. No hose. What? Was he supposed to suck the fuel out with his mouth and carry it back in his hands? Matthew laughed awkwardly and hurried after him, laying on the praise. "Jarvis, you really think things through. So careful. So smart!" After they gathered tools and struggled their way back to the crash site, the sky was already bright. Full of energy, they got ready to work. Then, they froze. The tank was bone dry. Not a single drop left. Matthew completely lost it. He threw his head back and screamed, "Which bastard stole my fuel?!" Nothing went his way. Jarvis had been pushed to his limit; he finally cracked too. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. It didn't work. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Darn it!!!" Upstairs, a couple who had been sleeping soundly were jolted awake by the roar below.The woman shot upright in bed. "Honey! Did raiders break into our town?!" The man rubbed his eyes. "You're dreaming. What raiders?" Then he paused, confused. "I think I heard someone yelling about stolen fuel." Fuel? Both of them were wide awake now. The woman panicked. "Oh no! That homicidal maniac came back for the fuel!" The man quickly comforted her. "Relax. There are so many apartment blocks around here. After we took the fuel, we even stomped around other buildings to leave extra footprints. He can't possibly know it was us."