Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong!
In less than half a minute, the melodious sound of bells rang from the speaker at the head of United Village.
The speaker's setup was quite particular, located a hundred meters away from the villagers' residences, separated by several rows of houses. Everyone could hear it at this distance, and at critical moments, it could attract zombies, creating a buffer for the defenders.
"One, two... Five, damn, six?"
"Six rings, damn it, hurry, grab your weapons!"
"Where's the dynamite, go get the detonator!"
"Do I have to go too? I'm over eighty! What? If I have breath left, I need to go? Got it, got it!
In an instant, the United Village was bustling with people. The laborers from Beita Camp, who had just joined the village not long ago, were momentarily stunned by the situation. But soon, they started moving too—everyone needed to muster their strength to survive in the apocalypse!
