The next morning, Fang Lanlan followed Feng Zhekai to the hospital, while Cheng Yang went off to work.
Gu Pan and Lu Ruisheng headed to the commercial district to check out the sales of blackout curtains.
Gu Pan brought her camera; she still had the habit of documenting these things. She believed that the photos she took and these records might become precious historical images in the years to come.
Lu Ruisheng felt the same; he had also grown fond of recording everything about the apocalypse. Perhaps years later, when everything returned to normal, these experiences would remain indelible.
By the time they arrived at the mall, a long line had already formed, stretching far from the entrance.
Many people, after arriving at the base, had let their guard down and preferred to follow the directions from the base authorities.
Of course, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing; after all, following the commands of higher-ups hardly ever led to serious mistakes.
