Being afraid, breaking down, what good would that do now?
They were not facing zombies.
But the burning flames.
They weren't without water here, as long as they stayed calm, they still had confidence.
At the edge of the road.
He Mingxuan surveyed the surroundings.
"Sister Cao, when do we leave?" He didn't want to wander outside; it was dangerous. Ordinary zombies were bearable, but the most feared were the Evolutionary Zombies, which were terrifying just to see.
Cao Yan said, "What's the rush? It's not time yet. I don't think the fire is fierce enough. Keep throwing Molotov cocktails, I want this whole bunch burnt to a crisp."
He Mingxuan looked back at the other survivors, who, understanding the urgency, hurriedly got out of the vehicle to tell the people at the truck to throw more Molotov cocktails. In such a situation, no one could afford of disobedience.
The minivan's driver was He Mingxuan; the truck's driver was Brother Long.
