Chapitre 600: Chapter 597: The Late Voice of Hope_1

Thud!

Upon reaching the communication room, Zhao Yi didn't bother about the zombies outside anymore. He flung down his bag and slumped against the door, wall tired out from the prolonged fight. His muscles ached deeply as he rested, and it felt like he would rather not get up after a good rest.

Glancing at the bag in front of him, Zhao Yi fetched it and shook all the food out. He picked up a piece of nutritious sludge and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hungry, huh?"

Passing a piece of mango-flavored nutrient sludge to his son, Zhao Yi noticed the child's pale face shaking his head in response.

"Dad, I've lost my appetite..."

Zhao Yi was stupefied but didn't think much about it. All he wanted to do now was to replenish his strength. Suddenly, he felt his leg twitch unintentionally. He immediately noticed something was off with his movement, but he could not pinpoint what it was.

"Are you having a cold?"

Zhao Yi looked at his son's pale face with some concern.

"I... I think so~"