At that moment, they no longer cared whether or not they recognized these people. What they had to do was take care of their bodies.
The stone rain had temporarily stopped, but according to past experiences, it wouldn't be long before it started again.
Then, these bodies that had already been hit by stones would be smashed a few more times, turning into flesh mud.
Even if it was for their own sake, they had to clean up the bodies of these strangers.
To give them a place to rest in peace.
They also needed to clean the filth and stones off the ground to maintain the cleanliness of Happiness Base.
Otherwise, contagion would occur.
A single stone rain had already killed so many people; if an epidemic occurred, by then they might as well not bother living.
They spent an entire day cleaning up bodies and taking care of the injured.
There were many with broken limbs who, though they were still alive when rescued, decisively chose death without hesitation.
