In a dimly lit laboratory, only the faint emergency lights were flickering, giving off an eerily underworld vibe.
Most of the facilities had already shut down, but the monitors in the surveillance room were still glowing. At this moment, probably seven or eight people were squeezed into this room.
One of them, a black man who had become quite overweight after seven months of apocalypse, urgently said to the others,
"Finally, someone has come again. If they dare to come in pairs, they must be very strong. Quickly, let them distract those zombies. This might be our last chance!"
"How do we call them? Use the broadcast? That will drive the zombie horde mad."
"It's not realistic to think the two of them can draw them all away. Ah, it would have been better to try during the last group. There were many people then, and several vehicles."
"What's the use of saying this now?"
"..."
