The blizzard had stopped by now.
The snowy ground was stained red with blood,
Everyone watched as Li Yu, like a madman, decapitated the tiger, not daring to utter a word.
Li Yu was furious, mostly at himself.
In his past life, amidst the arduous fight for survival, he had honed a sixth sense. Only when the tiger pounced did he sense it; he felt that his sense of crisis was not as sharp as before.
Li Hang and Dapao had gotten out of the vehicle without bringing any guns. Was this complacency?
Just because there were fewer zombies seen after the blizzard, did that mean they could let their guard down? So much so that they could leave the vehicle without taking their weapons?
Li Yu looked at everyone and said in a stern voice:
"We must not let our guard down now!
These past few days, the scarcity of zombies doesn't mean the danger has lessened!
From now on, whenever we're outside the base, carry your guns with you, because one moment of negligence could mean death!
