The main force of the police station continued to rush without stopping. When encountering small groups of zombies, they simply crushed them. It wasn't until nightfall that Sheriff allowed everyone to set up tents and rest in place, ensuring they maintained sufficient energy.
The next morning, Waldo first received today's supplies. He thought about getting a massage someday. Afterward, he heard the bustling sound of cars coming from outside the villa area.
There was only one person around here who had cars, and as he expected, Sheriff and his men had arrived.
A helicopter hovered in the air with two burly men holding submachine guns on board. On the ground, several trucks had already entered the villa compound, and hundreds of people were standing outside the walls in neat formations.
Sheriff got out of the car and looked up at Waldo on the rooftop. He had spotted Waldo as soon as they entered the villa area. This face, even if it turned to ashes, he would still recognize it.
