Having suffered such a great loss, the remaining survivors never dared to break through the ice layer on their own again.
From now on, they will follow behind the garrison and let the garrison charge ahead, while they pick up the scraps and earn a dozen or twenty crystal cores a day.
Actually, it's not bad either.
Everyone was having their own agenda, and outside the safe zone, the survivors under quarantine gradually calmed down.
The bodies on the snow were shoveled away by the slowly approaching garbage truck.
One of the survivors glanced casually at the packed garbage truck compartment and muttered to himself,
"I wonder who's sitting in here?"
"Exactly, he's like a heartless robot, all he does is shovel corpses."
Weird garbage trucks, and strange sweeping robots all over the city.
No one really cares who's sitting in the garbage truck; survival and struggle are at the heart of all the survivors.
Night gradually fell.
As the danger zone over D City was lifted, more and more survivors were rescued from the zombie horde.
The garrison has re-established an isolation and observation area to accommodate the newly returned survivors in batches.
This crisis, created by the survivors' own cleverness, was finally quelled by the garrison after a day.
Ni Shuiwen went to check on the newly returned survivors, but did not find Guo Se among them.
He quickly gave up and focused his attention on the safe zone, specifically on Hua Mi's RV.
I didn't get to see a movie yesterday because I was busy buying books and having fun until very late.
We bought the phonetic editions of the Four Great Classical Novels, which are quite suitable for little Meimei to read.
(End of this chapter)
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