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At the moment Song Jiu saw the body of Stubborn Man, he realized two things: he had overestimated Pockmarked Girl and underestimated Chef Jia.
"You satisfied now?" Chef Jia's tone was harsh, the pristine white of his chef's uniform stained with Stubborn Man's blood. The strong smell of blood drove the Zombies outside into a frenzy; through the cracks in the wooden door, he could see the barricade being violently struck by the Zombie Tide, the wooden base carving a long trench into the ground. It was clear they were about to break through. The fortress had towers on all sides, and this was no exception. Chef Jia had only called back the Militia guarding the walls, while the lookout on top of the Watchtower remained steadfast at their post. During daylight, there was no way to pass through openly.
Song Jiu glanced back at the camp, once again astonished by its scale. With fewer than two hundred people living here, it was indeed more than enough.
"This is it," A Hai asked on behalf of Song Jiu. Pockmarked Girl was only speaking to A Hai at this moment, while Song Jiu was lost in thought about other matters, too preoccupied to consider the mental state of his temporary ally.
"Yes." Pockmarked Girl understood what A Hai wanted to ask and explained, "This is where supplies are stored. The food and resources brought back by Zombies are delivered here. No one can enter without Sister Jia's permission."
"That's quite bold," A Hai said, puzzled. The warehouse was guarded; how could no one notice the strange prisoners being kept here?
"Well, as they say, the more you hide, the more attention you draw. In contrast, having such a large group out in the open goes unnoticed," Pockmarked Girl shrugged and added, "This is nothing yet; when we actually get to the holding area, your jaw might just drop."
"Is there a basement built in the Granary?" Song Jiu suddenly asked after listening for a while.
Pockmarked Girl's expression froze for a moment; after a brief silence, she quietly replied with a low "yes."
"This place is close to the riverbank, and the soil is soft; they wouldn't fear being buried alive," Song Jiu murmured to himself, having forgotten about the psychological trauma he had caused Pockmarked Girl earlier. "These Zombies have some tricks up their sleeves—organized, disciplined, and skilled. Is there an exit leading outside?"
Pockmarked Girl turned to look at him and nodded slightly, unable to resist asking, "How do you know that?"
"When Zombies transport people out, they always avoid detection; they can't just return the same way," Song Jiu squinted at the guard pacing back and forth on top of the Watchtower and asked, "So are you planning to rescue your companions and leave through a secret door?"
"Not really, only the Zombies have the key to the secret door," Pockmarked Girl sighed, temporarily forgetting the earlier incident. She asked, "Have you figured out what to do? The warehouse only has one entrance, and Sister Jia said there are seven or eight Zombies inside."
"I have a side question first," Song Jiu replied, not in a hurry to answer. He thought of another issue: "Do the guards inside get rotated? Zombies need to eat and drink too, right? Who brings them their meals?"
Pockmarked Girl blinked, seemingly caught off guard by Song Jiu's question. After a moment of thought, she answered, "I'm not sure; it should be Sister Jia who handles that. Besides, the others don't know that the guards inside are Zombies. When supplies are distributed, it's Sister Jia who sends people to do it, so they should be the ones delivering food as well."
"What happens if outsiders get too close to the warehouse?" Song Jiu asked again.
"You'll find out if you try," Pockmarked Girl replied.
Song Jiu made a gesture, and A Hai understood immediately. The two of them moved stealthily toward the warehouse. They had done similar things before; although their grassland crawling wasn't as professional as that of trained soldiers, it was sufficient since their opponents weren't professionals either. They had found a boning knife in the cafeteria and tucked it into their lower back to avoid accidentally injuring themselves while sneaking around. The knife was only about half an arm's length and had a very sharp tempered steel blade. Lamenting the lack of better equipment, Song Jiu could only make do with what he had. He couldn't help but feel regret; he should have retrieved their weapons earlier instead of letting his anger cloud his judgment.
Pockmarked Girl lagged behind; she hadn't crawled like this before and had previously injured her arm, causing blood to seep out after just a few movements. Since the three of them were the main force for combat, she figured it was fine for her to be slower as long as she could catch up later.
The distance was about fifty meters, and their cautious movements took some time. It took them over ten minutes to finally reach the base of the warehouse. The concrete walls were rough, with many areas exposing red bricks inside—clearly indicating that the Zombies hadn’t put much effort into repairing this place.
The warehouse stood about three meters high, still shorter than the Log Wall, shaped flat like a large box. Near the ceiling was a row of ventilation holes, and the door was located on the right side, tightly shut. Song Jiu examined it for a long time and felt frustrated; this big coffin had no windows, and there was really only one way to get inside.
The closed door seemed to have been dismantled from somewhere without care; its surface was covered in rust spots and mottled copper hues, embedded in the wall as if it were part of it. There was no handle or latch. Clearly, this broken door opened inward; as long as the Zombies inside locked it up, anyone outside could only stare helplessly unless they forced their way in—otherwise, they could only sigh in despair.
Song Jiu became increasingly puzzled about what these Zombies were actually up to.
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