Chapter 167 Harrison's Inner Conflict
- It was a lively evening, with countless survivors out and about, some setting up stalls to sell barbecue — grilled squid, cuttlefish, seaweed, fish...
- Without oil or seasonings, the smell was unbearable, so pungent it might make one gag.
- The barbecue was still manageable, but the seafood soup was worse, with crushed sea creatures boiling in a pot, their smell drifting for miles.