Chapter 1073 Warehouse Fire

This row of factories seemed to be producing some industrial raw materials. When they were discovered, there were still some sparse zombies inside.

Because there were not many of them, the men in the convoy quickly killed the zombies. After breaking through the factory, they found a warehouse with a door deep inside. They rushed in and closed the door tightly.

About a hundred people were silently guarding the fire in this warehouse.

The atmosphere was dull and lifeless. Even the whispers seemed eerie and decadent in the shadows. The stench of dust and something rotting lingered in the air, along with the occasional distant howling of zombies outside the warehouse. It weighed like a dark cloud on the hearts of these refugee-like living people, making their faces look numb and gloomy.

But there are still different people.

Among these numb people, there are some who are driven by such dull and depressing atmosphere and circumstances to develop more bad qualities and unrestrained madness without any bottom line.

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When Rong Zan was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, he suddenly heard a familiar voice with a lewd smile.

"Winter, right? Little sister Winter, come here. I saw you were wearing so little, so I found a coat for you. Try it on to see if it fits you."

Rong Zan opened his eyes, and the girl's sideways face was reflected in his pupils.

The icy-white outline was framed by a furry, warm edge in the firelight, flowing smoothly along the crisp lines of the jaw into the bloodstained shirt, and deeper into the darkness was an invisible shadow.

Even though she had a blank expression and cold pupils, it only made the color seem more abstinent and sinister.

Rong Zan turned his gaze to the middle-aged man who spoke.

His eyes were cloudy, his hair was greasy, and the forced smile on his lips looked even more disgusting and malicious in the firelight.

He sat close to the girl, like an ugly stain on a beautiful painting.

Rong Zan frowned almost immediately.

But the girl only stared at the white coat in the man's hand, which he had taken from somewhere. It was the only one that looked clean.

Amidst many shadowy gazes, she slowly reached out and took the white coat.

Rong Zan frowned even more tightly.

The girl ignored it, turned around, spread out her clothes and put them on.

The hem of the shirt should be down to the ground, enough to cover your knees when you stand up.

The girl was very satisfied. She brushed the dust off her clothes and looked at the fire still again.

But the uncle next to her obviously didn't want to give up.

He moved closer to the girl again.

"Winter, your name is really nice. Who gave it to you?"

The girl stared at the fire, neither moving nor speaking.

The uncle's face froze for a moment, then he smiled as if to smooth things over.

"Don't you want to talk about it, Winter? If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. It's almost autumn, and it's quite cold at night, especially after the fire goes out in the middle of the night."

The uncle was smiling, and the firelight reflected his teeth and half of his ugly face with bags under his eyes and wrinkles, making him look like some kind of dirty animal that was afraid to see the light.

"Seeing that you're so delicate, I thought I'd share some of my blanket with you to prevent you from catching a cold. It's hard to find medicine on the road. What do you think?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the girl gently. His voice was as smooth as a snake from a cave. He looked at his prey and hissed and spat out scarlet tongue and drooled.

The girl still didn't turn her head.

She stared at the fire, as if in a trance.

For a long while, the smile on the middle-aged man's face began to fade into a frozen hideousness, and the people sitting around him began to whisper in the shadows.

She slowly looked at the fire and said the word "OK".