Early morning.
A bus was parked there.
Zhang Hao and his group moved the body from the bus to the roadside.
Everyone's mood was very subdued.
At the beginning of their journey towards Sunshine Shelter in Huangshi, they were truly filled with boundless hope.
But now, everyone was listless and didn't want to speak, harboring doubts about whether they could safely reach their destination.
After Zhang Hao and Wu Dongliang finished dealing with these matters, they looked at the others inside the bus, noting the unhealthy pallor on their faces. The incident at dawn had truly been frightening.
When they went out to inspect the bus, its metal body was full of scratch marks, and the broken windows were beyond repair. The metal mesh that covered the windows had been severely damaged by the zombies' clawing and had come loose.
Zhang Hao came over to Mo Lan and whispered, "Everyone's spirits are low."
