No one knew how much time had passed.
After their vision went black once more, the sky finally returned to normal.
The Mechanical City had jumped back.
The thought had barely surfaced in their minds.
The next moment, a cold mechanical voice rang throughout the shelter. "The danger has passed!"
The shelter doors slowly opened with a heavy scrape of metal.
The people of the Survival Convoy walked out one by one.
Every face was deathly pale, every gaze vacant, and everyone was still shaken.
With danger on this scale, even hiding in the shelter could not dispel the fear weighing on their hearts.
Probably only residents who had lived in the Mechanical City for a long time could truly remain unfazed.
When everyone returned to Camp, it was only a little messier than when they had left. Nothing else was particularly out of the ordinary.
Lao Zhang, the Convoy Supervisor, hurriedly gathered people to start putting Camp in order.
Yang Yong was just about to go back and continue forging Curios.
Just then...
An earth-shattering, unnatural sound suddenly erupted.
It came without warning, like something being forcibly torn apart.
The sound slammed into everyone's ears, into their bones, into the deepest recesses of their hearts.
Everyone shuddered in shock.
The people of the Survival Convoy had no idea what that long blast meant.
Cao Xianming's expression had already changed.
He frantically tapped the electronic device on his left hand, his fingers moving so fast they almost seemed about to smoke.
Messages scrolled past, and notices flipped by one after another.
There it was.
He had found it.
That long blast actually meant...
A zombie siege.
Cao Xianming kept his fingers moving, scrolling farther down.
Soon, he saw it: when a zombie siege occurred, the Barbican would close first, and