Picking his way through the deserted streets of Shang Hai, Huang crouched by a deserted fruit stall and scanned the road ahead. Even now, months after the Great Social Collapse, the city would echo as some unfortunate soul, alive or undead, stepped on an artillery shell or land mine.
Huang was experienced at living in the city post Collapse, he knew to stay on hard concrete and to not only stay away from impact craters, but to check the blast pattern and avoid any forward flung unexploded shells.
Seeing the street was clear he picked his road cones up and put them down twenty feet ahead of their previous position, expanding his sphere of non-exploding influence. Satisfied with the new acquisition to his domain, Huang strolled back to his house.
Walking in, he hung his hat on the zombie bolted to the wall and took his seat. Looking across the room at the zombies bolted, chained and fused into various household furniture poses he nodded. Outside the sun was shining on his newly expanded property.
He smiled, life was good.