An hour later, the food processing factory came into view.
It was massive with high walls surrounding it, though parts had collapsed.
The large metal gates hung crookedly, half-open.
Faded letters still clung to the sign above:
"Golden Harvest Food Processing Plant."
Lu Tao, who had insisted on joining despite earlier exhaustion, whistled softly.
"If this place hasn't been raided before, then we have hit the jackpot."
At this moment, Leng Pan raised her hand and motioned for them to stop.
The entire team halted instantly.
She looked around as if assessing the place.
The factory was quiet. In fact, a little too quiet.
It didn't scream danger, but it was very obvious that something was wrong.
How could such a huge place not be crawling with zombies?
This was a large factory and on the night the meteorites fell, many people should have been working.
Even if zombies moved from place to place in search of food, the factory shouldn't have been abandoned completely.
