"Are there any survivors?"
The group was taken aback upon hearing this news and quickly moved towards the warrior reporting the situation. After walking for about a dozen steps, they arrived at a patch of forest.
At this moment, three team members saw Chen Feng and his party coming over, and immediately peeled apart the bushes.
The bushes were parted, revealing the head of a child. It was a boy, around twelve or thirteen years old. His face was dirty, dark, and thin, covered in dust, and his hair, about two inches long, was so disheveled that it looked like a bird's nest.
It was a face that evoked sympathy, and the eyes partially covered by the long and untidy hair revealed a light of timidity, as though he had seen something terrifying, his pupils somewhat unfocused.
How is it possible for someone to survive here?
Zombies slaughter all life forms; theoretically, zombies wouldn't spare any food.
Such doubts lingered in Xu Hongzhuang's mind.
