How Zombies Survive in the Apocalypse

Finally, morning came.

Screech

The sound of a truck stopping in front of the warehouse was heard.

And after a little while-

Knock, knock

The prearranged signal was heard.

I was so relieved that 14 didn’t fuss or cry.

I got up and very carefully opened the door of the warehouse.

Various objects were piled up in the back of the truck with its engine running.

I climbed into the back of the truck and immediately hid in the innermost gap between the loaded items.

Outside the truck, not only the engine sound but also people’s voices echoed, but I held my breath, hoping that 14, who seemed to be asleep now, wouldn’t wake up.

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