Yang Yong hesitated for a moment.
He glanced at Xiao Ying and Mang Dabiao, who were still bickering in the truck bed, then looked toward the bus and the trembling ordinary survivors. Finally, his gaze settled on the detection orb still hovering in midair, its data calculations nearing completion.
...Stay and see for now.
He gave an almost imperceptible nod.
Cao Xianming understood at once.
The two had traveled together ever since the apocalypse descended, escaping death countless times and making countless desperate choices. Their understanding ran so deep that a single glance could convey a thousand words.
Cao Xianming hesitated briefly...
A perfectly measured hesitation, not a second too long or too short.
The Second Elder immediately seized on that hesitation and did something on the screen before him.
Hum...
An enormous light screen was projected onto the steel wall.
Everyone in the Survival Convoy looked up.
The next second, they all sucked in a breath.
On the light screen was a ruined city.
Skyscrapers had snapped at the waist, their exposed steel reinforcement covered in rust.
The streets were packed with "people"...
No, they could not be called people.
Their limbs were twisted at unnatural angles.
Their joints bent backward. Some had arms reaching past their knees; others had legs so long they dragged along the ground.
Their skin was gray and rotting, their eyes cloudy white, and black slime hung from the corners of their mouths.
Without making a sound, they wandered slowly through the ruins.
There were so many they looked like ants relocating their colony.
At least a thousand.
No, tens of thousands.
The sight made their scalps crawl.
"Isn't... isn't this an apocalypse brought on by the arrival of the eerie?"
One convoy member's voice trembled. "How did zombies get thrown into the mix