(TWO YEARS LATER IN A NEIGHBORING COUNTRY).

"Where is he?"

"He's inside, lying on the bed."

They hurriedly walked in to the old shabby room.

"Grandpa Fu..." He knelt down at the bedside.

"Lee my grandchild." Touching his face with his old wrinkle and shaky hand.

"How is he doctor?" Lee asked the doctor who was standing behind him, not tearing his gaze from his grandpa.

"His body has become really weak now. All the medicines we've been giving him, none seem to be working anymore. His immune system has gone really weak and his body is deteriorating fast."

He turned to the doctor. "Please do all you can to save him. He's the only family I have left." He pleaded in a teary voice.

"Mr Lee, we're doing everything possible we can, but his body keeps rejecting all the treatments we've been giving him."

Turning back to his grandpa. "Grandpa..." kissing both his hands. "Please fight. You know I only have you as a family left. Please fight grandpa." He pleaded with tears in his voice.

"Lee...." He called in his old shaky voice.

"Please stay quiet grandpa. Don't say a word. Just save your strength."

"Lee... my....son...."

"Yes grandpa...."

"There's.... something... I... want... to tell... you...."

"Grandpa....."

"I...want...to speak...with you..."

Lee sighed and faced the doctor. "Doctor, please excuse us."

The doctor bowed and left.

"Yes grandpa, what is it?"

"Come... closer...."

He drew his face closer. Grandpa Fu's voice have now turned to a whisper shaky voice.

"The gold....."

Lee glanced at him as confusion was plastered on his face. "Grandpa, I told you so many times. I'll get lots of golds for you. I'm out of cash. I've been using all the money for your treatment. Just get better so we can go back to the life we once used to live."

Before the zombies apocalypse, grandpa Fu was a very wealthy man. He stayed with his only grandchild in a mansion in the capital of the country now known as Zombies Territory. Because Lee had lost his both parents when he was still young in a sinking ship, he had to live with his only family, Mr Fu. But ever since the attack of the zombies, he had lost everything. His wealth, his house and other important things were still stuck in that mansion. Ever since the zombies apocalypse, a lot of wealthy people have currently become a common class citizen in the countries they now settled in.

"No... Lee..." His breathing was becoming hard and rough. "My golds.... are....." He coughed.

"Grandpa, please just rest."

Mr Fu held his hands tight. "Go.. get.. back... my golds...." He coughed again.

"Grand...."

"Child...do... me... this favour before....I die."

He sighed looking really frustrated and worried. He just want his grandfather to stop talking and just rest. "What is that grandpa?"

"The house....back there... Golds." He coughed and sucked in hard breath. "I buried golds in the kitchen.. back at the... mansion. It's inside a casket."

Lee's eyes flew open in shock. "Golds....?"

"Yes Lee. Go get it... and you'll be rich forever..." He gave a whooping cough. "Promise me Lee. Promise me you'll go get back those golds."

Lee threw his face to a side still trying to digest everything had just heard. So many thoughts were swirling in his mind.

"Grandpa but....." He threw his head to look at him and fear instantly cladded his body seeing that his grandfather wasn't breathing. "Grandpa.... Grandpa Fu..." Shaking him slightly. "Grandpa....." He screamed scooping his lifeless body in his hand. "Grandpa...." He screamed in pain as tears began rushing down his cheeks.

The doctor and Lee's men came rushing in the moment they heard the loud wailing voice. They bowed their heads as a sign of a respect. 'May your soul rest in peace Mr Fu.' They spoke in their hearts.

•••

FUNERAL....

"My condolences Lee." A man said patting his shoulder.

With a sad face, his response was a "thank you."

His grandfather's body was getting rolled down six feet below the earth surface. Memories of how his grandfather played with him when he was still a kid, started playing in his head. He never made him feel the absence of his both parents. And now, his only family... gone for good.

While all the memories kept playing in his head, he suddenly recalled his grandfather's last words. 'Go get back those golds.' Those words echoed in his ears severally. He caught sight of the casket that was now placed six feet below. Those eyes of his held both pain, and seriousness, but were blank. 'I promise you grandpa, I'll get back those golds no matter what.' With that vow he made in his heart, he turned away to the car and his men hurriedly follow behind because he was walking in such a haste. The three black cars sped off with high speed.