The child's voice sounded very pure, as clear as water droplets hitting green bricks.
Such a clear voice seemed somewhat abrupt in this deep, dark environment.
Everyone looked up quietly at the room where the sound came from, and for a moment, they felt like they were back before the apocalypse.
Before the apocalypse, this was how the adorable kids in kindergartens used to speak.
Nowadays, how can children remain so innocent and naive? The gruesome sight of zombies has long forced them to grow up overnight.
"Stay here, don't move around."
A gloomy man's voice rang out, and simultaneously, a terrifying pressure accompanied by a heat wave spread from the room.
"Uncle, it's too hot. Could you please tone it down a little?"
An innocent child's voice sounded.
No one answered him, as the heatwave swept through the narrow corridor.
Footsteps approached, and a short, frail man emerged from the room, looking at everyone with disdain.
