In her impression, Aunt Clara was gentle, dignified, and noble, but at this moment, she seemed to be like a dog, staring at her foolishly, without any reaction as if she hadn't met anyone familiar.
"Do you know them?" Daisy, who was helping the two of them find clothes, asked.
"I know the one on the left, she's Aunt Clara from the next door next door to my house..." Olivia struggled to speak.
This scene was too shocking for her, still in middle school!
"I... I know the one on the right!" Jasmine suddenly spoke up.
There was a hint of relief in her eyes.
"She lives in the house behind my house, I don't remember her name..."
"They're all survivors of the neighborhood... I think there must be more than just the two of them, others may have been killed by someone!" Elijah said lightly.
