"What time is it..."
Han Rui leaned against the corner, her face covered in blood, with a broken gas mask nearby. She felt that her mouth was the only part of her that could still move.
"It's..." Xiang Hongbin struggled to lift his wrist, but he found his watch was shattered at some point, "I don't know either... But it's definitely late, the sky's already dark..."
"We must be about to die..."
A survivor murmured to himself.
No one answered him.
Bang—
Wei Zhenguo, who was fighting the last four Level 2 Poisonous Fog Zombies in the distance, was sent flying by one of the zombies, then he landed in the middle of the group.
"Heh... Old Wei, aren't you ignoring the facts, saying you could easily handle these zombies?"
Xiang Hongbin forced a smile and said.
"Damn!"
Wei Zhenguo cursed as he struggled to get up, but his left leg gave out and he ended up kneeling on one knee.
