"The bathroom?" Darren's forehead wrinkled, full of troubled looks. His eyes swept over the others in their group; there were only three women on this journey.
She considered it for a while. Seeing that Isryn was still asleep, she volunteered, "I can go check."
"Yes, please help me check it, Zerra." Darren hurriedly nodded, his jaw clenched to suppress the surge of anxiety. After all, they were in the middle of nowhere, and danger lurked at every corner.
Zerra wasted no more time. She took large strides amidst the curious eyes of people around them, who had begun to wake up.
After asking around, she finally found the place. The bathroom was located in the back room. Before the apocalypse, it might have been reserved for the supermarket staff only.
Darren was following a few steps behind her. His hands clenched; he occasionally rubbed together. Zerra noticed his posture, which reeked of panic all over.
"Eldest sister, are you inside?" She called out, knocking softly. "Meira?"
