"How familiar are you with this Wang Lane area?" Xie Ning asked, looking at one of the men who was nothing but skin and bones.
All three were gaunt and sallow, their lips dry, cracked, and peeling.
The woman among them, in particular, seemed to be in a very poor mental state.
The man bowed his head obsequiously, saying repeatedly, "Yes, yes. We were born and raised in Wang Lane. We're very familiar with this area."
"Comrade, please take us with you. You were sent by the base to rescue us, right?"
The skinny man wasn't wrong.
The base needed people for infrastructure, for daily maintenance—in short, it needed people for everything.
The base's principle was, of course, to save every single person they could from the zombies.
Zuo Li had scheduled three to ten days for the mission to clear out and rescue people from Zone C, but as far as Xie Ning was concerned, she only needed two.
This had to be done in two days. Xie Ning had always preferred to get things done quickly.
