Night falls.
Clouds obscure the moon.
In the vast central area of the Western Alliance, on the rooftop of the four-story granary, Yang Tianlong holds an assault rifle, surveying the surrounding Zombies.
All around the granary, Zombies are densely packed, colliding into the vehicles parked near the granary during the day, making banging sounds.
Most of the parked vehicles are large trucks, not small cars, so they can effectively block the Zombies.
Amid the Zombie howls, occasionally a human scream or wail echoes from afar, these are people from the Western Alliance; during the day, Li Yu and the others hadn't discovered them, but at night, these Zombies came out.
Li Yu looked up at the sky, his expression somewhat heavy; he didn't know if it would rain tonight.
But just now, they were already surrounded by Zombies.
If they were to reach Gan Xiong's secret room a hundred meters away, they would have to take risks, and Li Yu didn't want to risk it unless necessary.
