As soon as he spoke, several people in the previously quiet room immediately started to chat.

"I wonder how long it will rain? If we don't go out, we won't get any food."

"The base can't really abandon us, can they? Are they just going to watch us starve to death in our rooms?"

Some people scoffed, "Tch, don't they know when they'll ever care about us little ants?"

"Aren't there enough dead people already? So what if they're dead? If they're lucky, they might just be thrown away and cremated along with the zombie corpses."

···

They lowered their voices and chattered amongst themselves, each expressing their own opinions. But they had one thing in common: they all seemed to know very well that their lives were worthless.

Li Feng didn't participate in the conversation at all. His eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his eyes no longer had the clear and innocent look they once had.

These past few days, he has witnessed far too much of the cruelty of this apocalypse, whether it's the environment, the zombies, or the people...

After wiping his longsword, Li Feng looked up at the snow outside the window and fell into deep thought.

I wonder how my parents and sister are doing?

Where are Xiaomi and Xiaomai now? Have they arrived home safely?

How is Brother Li doing at the orphanage? Are all the children doing well?

Where is Sister Xin? Where did she go again?

He had already found a team to return to S City, and they were discussing when to depart and could start preparing supplies.

Who would have thought that the heavy snow would come so suddenly?

He didn't know how long the snow would last, or if it would ever stop.

He didn't know if the people he had originally contacted would be able to get through the heavy snow safely.

He had no idea when he would get home.