"Scrap collection, old televisions, washing machines..."
Following that, the crew-cut young man waved at them, the vehicle sped away, vanishing into the darkness.
"Damn, they really want to harm us," Wen Jie exclaimed in shock.
As soon as his words fell.
"Hehe... Roar."
The roars of zombies could be heard nearby; the sound of the car had already attracted them, and the announcement for scrap collection from the loudspeaker drew them even more.
The roaring grew closer.
They watched the pitch-black night; they could already see the figures of zombies. It seemed the head sister had thought of something; she hurriedly snuffed out the feeble light of the candle, and in an instant, the attic was plunged into darkness, with only the sound of scrap collection audible from outside.
"Hehe... Roar."
