Once the people in the city had evacuated, this place would soon become a habitat for mutated animals. There might even be large numbers of zombies coming out.
Although many zombies had already died, the population had been enormous. From Little Black's information, I'd seen an estimate of the number of zombies still around. In Asia, there were at least
more than 320 million.
I'd rarely run into them lately, but that was because of all the human activity and the northern battlefield, which had created a low-risk zone between the three districts.
So I could only leave. Without the people from the three cities to defend it, this place would soon be crawling with extremely dangerous things.
As I thought about it, I looked back at Mengmeng. The girl was still sulking.
But I couldn't worry about that anymore. I gathered up all my weapons and strapped them to myself, then packed ammunition, food,
and some changes of clothes into my bags.
There was a motorcycle in the yard. A few days ago, I'd traded for some parts and assembled it myself. It was a big touring bike, but its engine was decent—a twin-cylinder engine. I didn't know the brand. I'd just cobbled it together using the techniques I'd learned before.
I had three backpacks in all. One held daily necessities: a toothbrush and toothpaste, changes of clothes, a makeshift tent, and other odds and ends. The second held food and
water. The third held ammunition.
I'd traded for all this ammunition over the past few months. Knowing a day like this might come, I'd been stockpiling it every day.
Two backpacks hung on either side of the motorcycle's rear. I put the ammunition pack on the metal rack behind the seat. It weighed about a hundred pounds—not a