At his shout, the members of the Three Tigers Corps hurried over.
That was when they saw all the water in the building.
Their eyes lit up. One by one, they followed Hunter Night's lead, each grabbing a bottle and starting to drink.
Ever since the apocalypse began, they had rarely been able to drink their fill of water.
It had been a little better during the downpours. Even without a clean source, if they were desperate enough, they didn't care if the water outside was dirty—they just had to quench their thirst.
But since the great heat wave began, not a single drop of rain had fallen from the sky. They had all lost track of how long they'd been thirsty.
Besides, the human body naturally craved more water in such high temperatures.
But there was nothing they could do. They couldn't find new water sources, and their existing supply was so small they had to endure the thirst.
They could only drink a little when they truly couldn't bear it any longer.
