"Should we call ourselves lucky?"
The foreigners raised their weapons. Although the foreigners who had come to this land often fought among themselves, they still held on to their national pride. If the locals were the enemy, they would unite as one to wipe out their common foe.
Jude, all alone, looked like easy prey to them. Meanwhile, Jude, who was sitting with Lupo, felt oddly popular.
"Are you guys from across the sea?"
He had no prejudice against them at all, but what set them apart from the locals was their shabby clothes. They also did not care about zombie raids and just kept pushing forward.
"You'd better get out of here."
"We don't listen to anything a local says."
"Did you kill Lan?"
Jude tilted his head.
"Are you from the same group as that woman?"
"No, but as her countrymen, we're like her friends."
"What kind of nonsense is that, after coming all the way here?"
