"Unless there's something highly attractive to them in the north."
Su Yali lowered her head in thought, then looked up toward the fifth floor.
Could Gao Jingyu have already become a Zombie Emperor?
But he looked almost human. She had seen him eat dry, hard instant noodles, so he clearly didn't look like a zombie.
Wu Bin felt a heaviness in his heart. "Looks like this place isn't safe anymore, either."
If the zombie army was really migrating north, then the number of zombies around their mall would definitely keep increasing.
Everyone in the mall began to panic.
"Then what are we supposed to do? Where can we go?"
"Exactly. There are zombies everywhere. Where could we possibly go?"
Someone suddenly had an idea. "It would be great if we could go to the grasslands. There are few people and vast expanses of land there. You could run for ages without even seeing a single person."
Su Yali immediately objected. "There may be fewer people on the grasslands, but there isn't much to eat there."
"And there are wolves on the grasslands. Animals nowadays aren't what they used to be. They're either Mutated Animals or zombie animals."
If they really went to the sparsely populated grasslands, how would Wang Cheng establish a human base and become the foremost person of the apocalypse?
Wang Cheng looked at the uneasy, terrified crowd and asked in confusion:
"The country has already established bases. Didn't you know?"
The burly man beside him scoffed. "Do none of you listen to the radio?"
It was true that there was no electricity or internet, and phones, televisions, and computers couldn't be used, but didn't they still have radios?
There were so many people here, yet not one of them had thought of that. It was truly laughable.