"Um, can we leave with you?"
The speaker was Mark Sterling. He was carrying a sniper rifle on his back and had a pistol at his waist. Beside him, F*ck You was similarly dressed, except the gun on his back was an AK-458. The other two men who had come out with them stood silently behind them.
They were complete strangers, so Flora Bloom had no intention of giving them her complete trust.
"You can leave with us, but we're heading to the weather station now. I'm sure you know the route is teeming with zombies. If you follow us, your survival isn't guaranteed, and I won't go out of my way to protect you."
In truth, as long as Behemoth was around, everything else was trivial, provided they didn't run into any high-level zombies or zombie lifeforms.
Flora Bloom was actually testing the four men's resolve. Determination was crucial. It was easy to tell whether they just wanted to leech off her group's strength for an easy escape or genuinely wanted to join them.
