Seventh-floor bedroom.
Ji Ruxue looked through the hole in the window at the truck parked at the entrance of the complex, her expression turning somewhat strange.
"Oh my, letting zombies drive the truck, only Dad could think of that..."
Able to control zombies with such a strong sense of initiative, other than her dad, there was probably no one else.
"Is Dad planning to take all the supplies from the complex? How come he prepared so many trucks?"
If these zombies were just moving house, trucks wouldn't be necessary at all, since zombies, unlike humans, can walk openly on the streets without any problem.
Other issues didn't worry Ji Ruxue, but what about Zhao Lin, who was locked downstairs...
The cargo could be loaded directly onto the trucks by the zombies and driven to the outskirts, but Zhao Lin was a human and who knows what Dad planned to do with her.
Could he intend to take Zhao Lin along?
