And with that, the cars set off.
Seeing Eliana Golding leave just like that, who would dare to stay?
Men and women came pouring out of the neighboring houses one after another.
Some of the men hadn't even finished pulling up their pants.
"I heard there are Zombie Rats. Is that true?"
Fifth Mr. Stone asked, hastily fastening his belt.
"It's true, it's true! Ms. Golding saw them herself!" shouted a man who was scrambling to move a pile of supplies.
Watching the camp's vehicles drive away one after another, Fifth Mr. Stone couldn't sit still any longer.
"Stone, take me with you, won't you?" a woman cooed, linking her arm with his.
Remembering the woman's tenderness from the night before, Fifth Mr. Stone grit his teeth. "Get in! Let's go!"
"Looks like there are still a few people in there," the driver pointed to a courtyard and said, after a few more men and women had piled in.
"They're the disobedient ones. Just leave them," a junior manager in the passenger seat urged.
