Zhou Zhu led two people in front of the base. The gasping three people were almost cramped. The road was filled with traps and pitfalls, and they would get wounded if something went wrong.
"Back?" Fu Jialiang had yet to return, so the one who talked to Zhou Zhu was Zhang Wenchang. He frowned when he saw the two people behind Zhou Zhu, and he said with a tone of disgust, "Why did you bring two refugees?"
They already had enough people in the base, and adding two more useless survivors would reduce their supplies even more.
Nervousness took over Zhou Zhu after hearing Zhang Wenchang's unfriendly tone. That man was an evolutionary, someone that Zhou Zhu could not offend. Zhou Zhu hurried to smile, showing his yellow teeth. "It's hard to find survivors around here, not to mention two people at once. If I couldn't bring them, should I bring zombies in their place?"
