Bai Li adjusted her grip and gave Yan Cijin a brief warning glance. Yan Cijin immediately mirrored her pace. There was no hesitation in her answer. That alone made Bai Li trust her more with every passing minute. In this kind of world, trust was not built from grand speeches. It came from who followed you into danger without freezing, who stayed quiet when you needed quiet, and who did not step back when the first ugly thing rushed at you. Yan Cijin had already done all of that.
The road to the supermarket was still not clear. More zombies might appear at any moment. But Bai Li had already gotten them this far, and she was not about to stop now. Her shoulders squared a little, and the blade in her hand tilted forward as she moved into the next stretch of open ground. The fight was not over yet. It had just shifted into a new phase.
Bai Li raised her knife and charged ahead, with Yan Cijin close behind.
