Would You Join Us?
Jiang You ate her three dishes and one soup, while Da Zhuang sprawled in his cat bed, enjoying dried fish for dessert.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the front door.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The knocking was unhurried and patient.
Whoever it was seemed to know that someone lived inside.
She slowly stuffed the last bite of food into her mouth, then put everything on the table into her storage space.
Afterward, she went to the door and looked outside through the peephole.
Two men and one woman stood outside.
The man in front looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He had a very sturdy build.
The weather was scorching hot, and he wore a black tank top. His hair had been shaved down to short stubble. The muscles on his body lacked the exaggerated, foolish definition of someone who had trained in a gym.
Instead, they seemed filled with explosive power. It was obvious that he knew how to fight.
Beside him stood a young short-haired woman who looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six. She held a large saber.
The man at the back was thin and gaunt, like a bamboo pole.
Jiang You had seen these three before. They were some of the survivors living nearby.
The man in the lead seemed to be the head of a team, with quite a few people under him.
What had these people come to see her for?
"Why are you knocking on my door?"
Jiang You asked through the door. She had kept ice inside her apartment, making it very cool, while the outside was unbearably hot.
Still, any survivor who had lived until now, whether they were an ability user or not, had a stronger constitution than before the apocalypse.
The zombie virus had