The whole thing had been ugly enough to leave her stomach turning. But Fang Xiaofei did not have the luxury of standing there and trying to understand it. In the apocalypse, confusion could get you killed faster than fear. So even while her mind kept asking what had just happened, another part of her was already moving on. Survival was still the only thing that mattered. Zombies were still outside. The building was still full of threats. Hu Xuecheng was dead or dying or already beyond help, and none of that changed the fact that she still had to keep herself alive.
Down below, Bai Li had already started moving again.
