As the night deepened, the camp gradually became quiet. The firelight swayed slightly in the wind, as if guarding this moment of short but precious peace.
Everyone chatted around the campfire for a long time, and their tired bodies were finally soothed by the warmth.
After eating the hot porridge, the survivors found their positions one after another and fell asleep leaning against each other's figures.
This was the first time in many days that many people could close their eyes peacefully. There was no roar of zombies, no urgent escape, and no oppressive hunger. Today, they had not only enough food but also hope.
To be on the safe side, several people took the initiative to take turns patrolling and keeping watch. Chen Wei, Yang Ming, and Zhao Ren took turns on duty, walking slowly around their temporary camp, looking into the depths of the darkness from time to time, with their ears erect.
