Nighttime.
Wang Hao sat around the campfire, chatting leisurely with the survivors here. Several wooden sticks speared through fish were stuck in the ground around the campfire.
The air was filled with the aroma of grilled fish.
In the clear mountain spring, there were fish, and their specially made fish traps were thrown in, automatically catching the fish. Sometimes, it felt quite beautiful to have some fish to eat.
"Brother Wu." Liang Jun handed over the grilled fish.
"Thank you."
Wang Hao took the fish. The smell was so good that he thought of the previous shelter, where even thinking about the sausage there made him feel terrified, to the point of nausea.
He squeezed the fish meat into his mouth; it was delicious, the taste really was great.
"Have you all looked at your 'Zombie Album'?"
Wang Hao felt it was necessary to inform them about the situation outside. Although he hadn't been to the Sunshine Shelter, in his heart, that place was like a god forever.
