The next morning.
"Get up! Everyone get the hell up, no more sleeping!"
Liu Yang quickly ran downstairs to wake all the survivors staying inside the shop.
At this moment, Liu Yang didn't care if his voice would attract other zombies; he just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
Zhang Hao's death was just too tragic, and the remaining few no longer dared to linger in Jiangnan City District.
"Sir, are we getting food this early?"
The many survivors were bleary-eyed, looking at the rather irritable Liu Yang, utterly confused.
"Food my ass! I don't even have food for myself to share with you!"
In his anger, Liu Yang kicked the still half-asleep survivor to the side.
After arriving in Jiangnan City District, they found out that all the supplies in each shop had been cleared out, not even a speck of dust left. Liu Yang himself hadn't had enough to eat.
"Hurry up, pack your things and leave here. If you want to stay and feed the zombies, keep sleeping!"
