"Nothing happened later last night?"
Zhang Su rubbed his face. He was the only combatant not on guard duty last night.
Zheng Xinyu volunteered to take the second half of the night shift. She spat out her mouthwash and said, "Nothing happened in the first part of the night. It was quiet in the second half too until around four or five, when over a dozen ordinary zombies appeared from the west. The Fruit Man and his team dealt with them easily. Then... two survivors came asking for help, an older man and a young guy."
"What?"
Zhang Su pulled out a wet wipe to clean his face, sensitive to the news of survivors: "Survivors? Where did they come from? Are there any issues?"
