Twenty minutes passed.
Lin An listened to the young man's account, and his heart sank slightly.
Although the young man before him had been through a great deal and encountered quite a few Zombie Tides, he had fled directly in most situations and had never investigated the reason behind their movements.
As they put it, the entire Qinghai War Zone was like that. No one knew who had lured the Zombie Tide in.
He had heard that one Gathering Place had been attacked because someone had urinated in a vehicle when the Supply Search Team was returning. Somehow, a small group of Zombies had followed the scent all the way there. Like a snowball rolling downhill, it had grown into a massive Zombie Tide by the time it reached the Safe Zone.
As a result, it was extremely difficult for them to determine what had caused the Zombie Tide to attack.
Take Green Mountain Safe Zone, for example. The Zombies blocking the national highway near them had gathered in ever-increasing numbers because the convoy that had gone out failed to deal with its "tail." In the end, they could no longer even leave.
"So you haven't encountered any special Mutants either?"
Lin An asked softly as he drew the map the young man described on the white paper in his hand.
The small map was covered with markers indicating suspected Zombie Tide locations numbering over a million.
Sensing the faint disappointment in Lin An's voice, Zhang Qiankun grew uneasy and nodded nervously.
"Sir, that's everything I know."
"Perhaps the leaders of the other two Safe Zones know more. But it might not be much better. I saw them sending out distress calls recently, which means they probably haven't gone outside in quite some time either."
"It's unavoidable. Survivors will always