They heard they would be leaving tomorrow.
Wu Heng was a bit surprised, "So soon?"
Li Yahong explained, "Actually, it's not rushed. They've been preparing for it for a while, we just didn't pay much attention before."
It seems, for each refuge, power supply was indeed a matter of urgency.
"The Flame God Shelter sure has some influence," Wu Heng spoke while holding a soft waist in his arms.
Post-zombie apocalypse.
Each shelter had formed their own small group.
Contrary to the mutual aid propaganda, scarcity of resources had made humans less united.
Like the rescue for Grandma Wang Ke, two survivor bases in the same village had few people and were hostile to each other.
Not to say that they were going to fighting outright, but most of the survivors were wary and distrustful of each other.
The fact that the Flame God Shelter could persuade so many people was indeed not a simple achievement.
