"Someone's coming!"
Zhang Su took off his sunglasses and looked eastward in the direction of the railroad bridge. At the edge of his sight, more than twenty figures were stumbling along the tracks.
"What is it?"
"People?"
Everyone gazed in the direction Zhang Su was looking; they wouldn't doubt Zhang Su's warning because the probability of error was exceptionally low.
Sure enough, far in the distance, silhouettes were moving. In the current environment, anything that moves is worth being cautious about!
Wild animals are nearly extinct, and domestic animals, except those bred at the camp, have long since died out in the village. There's not even wind, which means not even a plastic bag can be seen drifting by...
