Twenty-hours later, Wang Jian and his people finally arrived at All Beings Base. They were supposed to arrive two days ago.
But before entering the base, their road was blocked by a zombie wall.
"Again? A zombie crowd?" Wang Jian's men all wore sour faces. The road was jammed by zombies. Did that mean they needed to take a detour again?
Looking at the pale-faced survivors under their leadership, Wang Jian and his men didn't know how much longer they could make. Even Wang Jian himself and the other strong men were barely holding up. They had no food, and only water for days.
Lu Tong and the others who were following behind the commoners at a distance discovered the situation as well.