"Damn, I'd rather face a zombie horde once a month than deal with three or five every day, just annoying rather than deadly!"
Zhao Dezhu shook off the grime on his machete in disgust.
His thought is like preferring to have surgery once a month rather than get an IV drip every day.
"Come on!" Zhang Su shook his head with an exaggerated expression, "It's better to keep things gentle like this..."
Thinking back to the times they encountered zombie hordes, the sense of oppression lingered in his mind. Sometimes long-term pain isn't better than short-term pain; short-term pain can be too intense to bear.
They returned to the safe camp, and everyone came out to help count the supplies, filled with a sense of happiness, resembling the massive shopping spree during the New Year's festivities.
"Look at this, surveillance cameras?"
Tianji, seeing the complete surveillance equipment, was thrilled, more excited than an old perv spotting a Banana Magazine.
