Baozi regained consciousness and stepped out of the room, rolling up his sleeves to check his watch under the porch light.
"Damn! Only slept for an hour and they woke me up." Baozi thought about looking for Gan Shang, but then he saw the East Wall was about to give in.
There was no other choice, he had to rush over.
If they didn't go, and the zombies crawled in, they were all doomed.
He tripped over something and nearly fell.
It was Duanmei and Lao Sun, they were both still up there when Baozi came down himself.
Baozi looked back and saw the two lying on the ground, sleeping like dead pigs, feeling a tinge of sorrow.
When would such days end?
Lack of sleep, lack of rest, extreme scarcity.
...
Western Alliance.
Ever since Gan Xiong and his group hurriedly arrived.
The zombie onslaught had been momentarily stalled.
They relied on the trucks to fight the zombies.
Because there were too many zombies, they couldn't afford to worry about wasting bullets.
