As time passed, the sky was overcast with thick clouds, and night descended early upon the earth.
Everyone ate something in their vehicles; those in the RV with space for movement went about their daily training as usual, while those cramped in the Mercedes-Benz G and Prado stole a moment of leisure, either listening to the radio or chatting.
"The water level has dropped quite a bit, probably only about ten centimeters left. We'll definitely be able to set off tomorrow morning. It's great, no danger after all!"
At 8 PM, Zhang Su leaned out and shone a flashlight on the road. The surface was shimmering with waves, and using the zombie corpses and tires as reference points, he could clearly gauge the water depth.
"Uncle, I guess there won't be any cartoon watching activity tonight, right?"
Pang Dakun, with an expectant look on his face, walked up behind Zhang Su and asked.
