The area inside the room wasn't large, especially after cramming seven people in there. Fortunately, the 'late autumn tiger' heat had passed, otherwise, seeking refuge in such a confined space would have felt utterly 'stimulating.'
Even without the baptism of 'hot air,' the sweat pouring off the survivors' bodies didn't lessen at all.
They huddled together, leaning against the wall, motionless, with the curtains drawn by Lin Junfu, making the room appear even more eerie.
Everyone wisely kept silent, fearing that any noise might disturb the creatures outside.
But Fangfang was, after all, a child. Though the hardships of the apocalypse had made him appear quite mature.
This still couldn't stop the fear from affecting him, especially in such a dim environment.
So, unsurprisingly, Fangfang spoke up, clutching her already desolate mother, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Mom! I'm scared!"
