Five minutes later, the shouts of the survivors on the rooftop gradually dwindled, replaced by anxious gasps.
Tang Xiaoquan braced his hands against the wall, stood on tiptoe with all his might, and leaned forward, peering beyond the wall with his eyes like radars, searching for that familiar figure, searching for the second team they were so eagerly awaiting.
But the result was cruel. As far as Tang Xiaoquan could see, apart from the desolate country road and the lonely houses, there was only the army of zombies surrounding them, howling incessantly.
An indescribable feeling of despair inevitably climbed to his heart.
Although the survivors were temporarily safe, as their trapped time dragged on, the "hopelessness" of being like in hell genuinely suffocated every member of the third team!
No excessive communication was needed because the dejection on each other's faces already said it all.
