Looking at the lights of Oil City two or three kilometers away, he muttered, "I wonder if that place is where the person who saved me that day is."
The reason he followed along here was for a few reasons.
First was to look for his senior brother. In a place with more people, he could ask around, see if anyone had seen his senior brother and the others.
Second was out of curiosity. The helicopter he'd seen that day made him suspect they were military. Ever since the Doomsday broke out, he hadn't seen any proper Government departments.
Third was that on that day, he'd been rescued from danger by the people in that helicopter. Without those two Bombs from that person, he'd probably have died in that Zombie Tide. Both emotionally and logically, it was only right to find him and say thank you.
Roar, roar!
Suddenly, a burst of Zombie roaring came from behind him.
