The morning sun had no warmth at all, its cold light briskly sweeping past, causing many survivors to shiver uncontrollably.
Those team members held their guns, carefully observing the surroundings to maintain the neatness of their formation.
Black Silk's attack had unnecessarily heightened everyone's tension.
Most of the surrounding stores were skipped over, with Tom only leading the team to search those that seemed likely to have food.
At the same time, in order to find survivors, every so often, Sun Zeya would lift her gun and pull the trigger.
"Bang!"
The crisp gunshot was enough to draw out any hidden survivors.
When they passed the house from last night, Ling Mo looked over from a distance and saw only half of the charred remains of the building.
Some scorched corpses still hung on the protective railings, their faces twisted, with muscles that weren't entirely burnt exposed.
Hundreds of charred bodies scattered around – the scene was still quite shocking.
