"Monitor, we've killed our way up to the roof, the mall is now empty."
Huotuichang, covered in blood, walked over to Huang Lei, who was blocking the entrance with iron wire. She carried a large machete and looked fiercely murderous.
"This mall has only two entrances; as long as we guard these, we can be safe for a while. The supplies here should sustain us for some time," Huang Lei, missing three fingers on his left hand, said as blood seeped through the bandages. "Once we set up here, we can take a good rest and recuperate before figuring out a way to move towards the edge of the city."
"Monitor! What do we do if Liu Qian's fever doesn't break?" Chen Lili hurried over. "We have to find a way to boil some water, make something."
Huang Lei thought for a moment. "Chen Ming is scavenging now; let him keep an eye out for stuff like chili peppers or ginger."
"Alright!"
