Shush—
Three people killed.
Zhang Feng didn't go through their belongings; instead, he quickly moved to the door.
He slightly peeked outside.
Zhang Feng saw that the zombies in the distance were not disturbed, still aimlessly wandering around.
'That's good. If these people had caused a disturbance, and then more came, I'd have to escape once too.
Then return to ten minutes ago and kill these three again.'
Zhang Feng thought to himself, looking again at the three dead bodies.
Zhang Feng felt these three should be the 'first crisis.'
It seemed simple.
But Zhang Feng knew clearly that if his strength was insufficient or if the kills weren't clean, and instead he had a messy fight for dozens of rounds, the noise would send pots and pans from the supermarket flying, so loud that even across the street they'd hear the fight here.
Then the zombies would pinpoint the sound and surround him, and he'd be finished.
At that point, would it be considered an 'environmental crisis?'
