"This..."
"Alas..."
The two companions who entered with Huo Fen shook their heads and sighed at the scene before them.
No one wants to see such a sight.
Unless there’s a problem with their ntal state.
"Captain, let’s go, no one wishes to see these things." One of the companions patted Huo Fen’s shoulder, knowing the Captain was hopeful when he learned the tal plate was locked from the inside, feeling survivors might be alive.
But reality is often cruel, and the long-deceased bodies shook their hearts.
Huo Fen stared blankly for a mont, then left without further thought. His two companions did the sa, leaving the dark cellar. With the door sealed, this resting place would go unknown.
Back to the surface.
So resistance fighters looked at Huo Fen and his companions upon their return. Huo Fen shook his head without speaking; in this situation, silence said more than words, and everyone understood what it ant.
It seems things are not going well.
Zombies were being crushed, and people were also searching the cellars, hoping for a miracle to occur.
"Are there any survivors?"
"No, there was no one in the cellar I went to."
"Sa here, there’s none."
"I found soone here, but they’ve been dead for a long ti."
Various ssages ca through.
Liu Tao’s expression was heavy, just like Fang Zhan had said: so people might hide in the cellars, but they had long since perished. There might be food in the cellar, but without water resources, how long could eating those dry foods sustain them?
Looking at the small village shelter overrun by zombies, those hiding in the cellar clinging to life had clearly reached their rope’s end but dared not take a single step out, ultimately eting death. Just imagining the process was so despairing.
Ordinary zombies pose no threat to them now.
But for regular survivors, ordinary zombies are life-threatening.
Speed, reflexes, power—none are things ordinary people can handle.
At this mont.
Fang Zhan, clothed in War Armor, arrived at a cellar entrance.
Looking at the cellar entrance before him, Fang Zhan’s expression was sowhat heavy, sowhat expectant, hoping there were indeed survivors in this cellar; he’d seen too much disappointnt and heard too many reports.
Just as he thought, when zombies breached here, so had already hidden in the cellar.
The tal plate before him was locked from the inside.
He swung a fist.
Directly smashed the tal plate.
As sunlight stread in, the previously dark cellar corridor welcod so sunlight.
"Hopefully, soone is alive here."
Fang Zhan walked into the cellar, finding it much larger than anticipated, turning on the lighting equipped in his War Armor to get a clear view of the situation.
The cellar had branching paths.
He headed towards the left fork, arriving inside, the situation ahead was clear—the space wasn’t vast, and there was no food.
Sothing was stacked in the corner; judging by its shape, it seed to be people.
Getting closer.
Fang Zhan’s throat moved, brows furrowing.
One corpse was rely a skeleton, with so flesh sticking to the bones. A horrifying thought flashed through his mind, causing him to retreat several steps; his expression under the mask was astonished.
A mont later.
He gathered himself.
Looking at another corpse, an elderly woman whose cheeks were sunken, face grotesquely decayed.
"What on earth happened here? Could it be this person ate the one beside them to survive?"
Fang Zhan still wasn’t sure of the exact circumstances.
With a heavy heart.
Fang Zhan moved towards another fork.
Reaching the inside, he saw a figure crouched in the corner, the face was unseen, head lowered, body curled up. If it weren’t for the occasional trembling of the body.
He truly wouldn’t believe it was a living being.
A mystery erged in his mind; he couldn’t fathom the situation, it was truly perplexing.
"Hello, it’s all right now."
Fang Zhan slowly approached, whispering comfortingly, imagining the unimaginable trials faced by soone surviving through this in the cellar.
ntal state and Spirit had been severely impacted.
Facing the brink of collapse is perfectly normal.
The person didn’t respond.
Fang Zhan approached closer, squatted down, "It’s okay, we’re humans, not zombies."
Perhaps hearing ’zombies’ triggered the person’s nerves, suddenly the individual pounced on Fang Zhan like a madman, trying to choke him, but with the protection of War Armor, no matter how much exertion was used, it proved futile.
Fang Zhan considered pushing the person away but ultimately decided against it, allowing the person to clutch at him.
Let the fear within be vented.
Everything will be fine.
Suddenly.
The person scread, crazed, running wildly towards the exit.
"No, no..."
Listening to the person’s terrified screams, it’s apparent how deep their fear ran.
Fang Zhan got up, just about to pursue, noticed so scraps of flesh on the ground, instantly recalling the earlier situation, his expression shifted slightly, then sighed silently, feeling an indescribable powerlessness.
Outside.
The survivor who just escaped the cellar was restrained by the crowd.
Fang Zhan looked at the man, haggard; judging by his appearance, his Spirit seed on the verge of collapse at any mont, none could comprehend what had transpired in that cellar.
He shared what he saw in the cellar with Liu Tao.
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