Over a thousand zombies could be seen, densely covering the small square outside the steel factory.
"It's fine, these animals can't move the truck. Come down. Be careful." Old Qin said to Zhu Xiao.
With this big truck in the way and no rain lately, the zombies' sensitivity is low, making them unable to climb or stack, so this level of defense is sufficient.
However, there must always be someone on guard here, in case any zombies slip through the cracks.
Time flowed slowly by.
After Old Qin was done with his shift for the first half of the night, Third Uncle came over to replace him.
When Third Uncle woke up, he saw that Ant was sleeping soundly, so he got up stealthily without waking him.
Night passed.
A night not without disturbances, but no major incidents occurred.
By daylight, when the sun rose, the zombies outside the big iron gate had all wandered off, returning to dark, damp corners.
