Ye Qing stretched out his hand to pull the rope and checked its load-bearing capacity, "I'll go down and check below and above."
"Below and above?" Song Qian glanced at the pitch-dark outside, puzzled, "You're not thinking of going to see if there are any fallen or injured animals, are you?"
Ye Qing nodded, "Yes, I'm planning on that."
The mutated animals nowadays are all very large; finding just one could feed a group of people for a day or two.
Even if nothing is found, checking the terrain is better than staying indoors.
As for going above, it's more about seeing if the walkie-talkie signal can be restored somewhat.
"Be careful then, let us know once you've landed safely," said Song Qian, as he picked up a helmet and handed it over, "The meteor shower may have stopped, but be cautious of falling debris above."
"Alright." After speaking, Ye Qing put on the Snow Goggles, adjusted his mask, and gripping the climbing rope in his wrist, slid down agilely.
