After a long time.
He balanced on one foot, looking at the situation not too far away, his face showing a shocked expression. He really didn't expect to find a seemingly recently built shelter in such an apocalyptic world.
Standing high up and observing, he could see the people moving around inside the shelter.
"No way, there are actually people here?"
Unimaginable.
Then he looked around. Although there was a wall for protection, if zombies targeted them, the wall would be useless, and he couldn't quite make sense of it.
But he still thought about going to take a look.
Wu Hao was riding his motorcycle towards the shelter.
He arrived at the entrance.
A closed metal gate blocked the way. The patrolling survivors saw Wu Hao arriving on his motorcycle, and the metal gate slowly opened, with two survivors walking out from inside.
"Hello, welcome to the post-apocalypse rescue station. Please submit to an inspection, no weapons allowed inside."
