In spring, there are many edible fruits.
Tips of tea leaves, rhododendrons, ground cherries on the ground, hawthorns, and so on.
But in the post-apocalyptic world, they dare not eat these things outside the base.
No one can ensure that these fruits don't carry the zombie's fluids, which might lead to infection if tainted.
The water supply and food, the greatest fear is contamination by zombies.
Even upon seeing the bright red fruits, they dared not to pick them.
Firmly remembering the reminders from Li Yu's Uncle.
On the way back.
The continual chirping of birds in the mountains.
Coo coo coo coo～
Beg beg beg～
Caw caw caw～
All kinds of disorderly birds' calls and the sounds of insects' chirping came through.
The trees in the jungle, at their shortest, are over twenty meters tall, the pine needles falling down rustlingly with a gust of wind.
When they hit the top of one's head without a helmet, it feels as painful as being pricked by needles.
