At that moment, a distant roar echoed through the sky. It was distorted, low, and definitely not human.
Listening to that roar, Leng Pan knew that they didn't have much time to prepare.
Between the evolving zombies, plotting traitors, and cunning aliens, they had to move quickly and build an army.
She turned around, leaving Lu Zhen's arms and faced the crowd that was still whispering to each other.
"Meeting adjourned. Go and start your preparations."
"Yes, Commander." It was as if even those who hadn't been in the first apocalypse had been infected.
All of them addressed Leng Pan as Commander in unison.
A shallow smile finally appeared on Leng Pan's face since waking up that morning.
As the people walked out one by one, cool air formed by melting ice was blown within the room by fans, providing temporary relief for a disaster that was just beginning.
The distance roar never came again. Moreover, no other sounds followed.
