Four people stood silently against the wall, taking extreme care to lower their sounds, but even so, they still inevitably drew the attention of the surrounding zombies.
"Wu Chao, retreat!" Tang Xiaoquan's urgent voice rang out before he even settled himself, as at the very moment he climbed up the wall, he saw dozens of zombies dragging their mighty steps swiftly towards them.
Wu Chao's eyes were like torches, and his hands gripping the stick firmly pressed against the table. He had no intention of retreating, and a few words squeezed out with difficulty between his clenched teeth:
"Hu, Brother Hu! You, you go first, I'll, I'll hold them off!"
What a preposterous thought, Hu Xiaodong frowned slightly. He had never been one to relish melodrama, nor did he ever consider himself particularly noble.
But as the eldest man in the team, it was his responsibility and duty to lead these family members to survive.
"Stop talking nonsense, Chao, you get out quickly!"
