Fei Lichao nodded, his expression growing increasingly grave. "Where's the knife?"
Pu Weichao said, "As for knives, there are only five knives and two axes. They were all brought out from the air-raid shelter."
Fei Lichao frowned: "Thirteen people, with such a small amount of stuff. If they were all soldiers, it wouldn't matter, but they're all ordinary people. Once they encounter a horde of zombies, everyone will panic and they won't even know how they died."
Thirteen people. I felt a pang of sadness and said, "Actually, it's not thirteen people, it's twelve."
Pu Weichao and Fei Lichao were both puzzled.
Pu Weichao laughed and said, "Xiaonan, are you still asleep? What do you mean twelve people?"
I looked at him and said, "Wu Shuang can't hold on any longer."
Pu Weichao's expression changed. "What did you say?"
Fei Lichao frowned and asked, "What the hell do you mean?"
I glanced at their faces and told them about Wu Shuang's situation. They would find out about it sooner or later anyway, so I might as well tell them now.
"Then you have no way to cure her?" Pu Weichao asked.
I shook my head: "If I could cure it, the world wouldn't be like this."
"Really, there's no way?" Fei Lichao asked.
I shook my head again: "There's nothing we can do. Wu Shuang herself is aware of her situation."
The three of us fell silent.
After a long silence, Fei Lichao finally said, "How about this for now? I'll think about this matter more carefully and we'll talk about it later."
Pu Weichao and I both nodded.
(End of this chapter)
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