Vicissitudes

The open space around World-Saving Hall's clinic had now been enclosed by a rough wall.

The materials used to build this wall were a veritable hodgepodge.

Thick wooden cabinets, sand and earth, broken door panels, shattered bricks and tiles—all of it had been bound tightly together again and again with ropes.

At first glance, it looked utterly chaotic.

Yet standing seven or eight feet high, it had effectively bolstered World-Saving Hall's defenses, separating it from the tide of corpses.

But the terror brought by the corpse tide was simply too overwhelming.

Thus, Zhang Sanxian saw from afar that people were constantly patrolling atop the wall.

As for their weapons, they wielded wooden clubs, kitchen knives, even hoes and the like.

Beyond that wall, Zhang Sanxian also saw from afar through his mind's eye.

The main building of World-Saving Hall's clinic was still largely intact, though every window had been boarded shut.

The clinic courtyard, meanwhile, was crammed full of people, with dozens—perhaps a hundred—civilians huddled together.

Among them were the elderly, women and children, young and strong adults, and the injured.

Their faces were all filled with fear, exhaustion, and bewilderment.

Yet despite their weariness, most still lay awake with bloodshot eyes, unable to sleep.

Only some very young children had been unable to hold on and fallen asleep, but even in sleep they whimpered in fright.

It seemed the sudden zombie frenzy today had frightened these children badly.

Zhang Sanxian moved like a ghost, landing soundlessly outside the wall, only a few steps from its ramshackle structure.

Several men keeping watch atop the wall immediately raised their clubs and hoes, aiming them at him nervously.

"Who goes there?!"

A burly man shouted sharply, panic in his voice. "Human or ghost, get lost!"

"Eh, it's just a blind man~"

Seeing