Song You'ai frantically snatched Song Kexin's phone and scrolled through it. "Oh no, Xiao Zhi sent a message twenty minutes ago! He said the village committee building has been blocked off by a horde of rotting corpses. He told us all to be careful and stay inside if we can."
Song Kexin's eyes reddened with anxiety. "So my dad's trapped in the village committee building? What are we going to do?"
"Don't panic," Xie Ning replied calmly. "It means Uncle is relatively safe for now."
"We can't lose our cool." Xie Ning drove the car into the Cultural Park and found a secluded spot to stop. "Mom, you and Kexin stay here. Lock the doors and don't move. I'll go to the village committee building and bring Uncle back."
"No way." Song You'ai was starting to panic. "I'm going with you. Kexin can stay here and watch the car."
"Sis!"
