"How about we head back?" Wang Qiang rarely suggested retreat.
It's no wonder he reacted this way, considering anyone who's been chased by zombies for miles would not want their hard-earned peace destroyed.
Hu Xiaodong stood with furrowed brows, his mind rapidly processing thoughts.
Indeed, rushing downstairs is quite dangerous now. But entering the house at the corner first might cause a disturbance.
So, after a brief deliberation, seasoned by many trials, Hu Xiaodong decided to take a gamble.
After all, only by closing the door at the building's bottom would the problem be solved once and for all.
"Alright, Xiao Wang, let's do this..." Hu Xiaodong briefly whispered his plan to Wang Qiang, and suddenly he realized that laying out an "action plan" is no easy task; he unintentionally thought of that slightly frail young man.
Who knows what he would decide if it were him?
