Chapter 69 - 64
"Quickly, are you still playing or not?"
In the reception hall, Anna, Silvia, Sarah, and Alan sat around together, playing poker they somehow obtained from somewhere, enjoying themselves.
Meanwhile, Brian kept running up and down the stairs, starting from the first-floor entrance and running to the end of the second-floor corridor, repeating this cycle. Despite being sweaty and exhausted, he showed no signs of stopping.
At the front door, Tracy paced back and forth with a rifle, gazing intently at the sky outside as if expecting something.
It was their third day here, and no one had anticipated the snowstorm lasting this long. However, the storm outside was gradually dissipating, no longer as fierce as the previous days, and they could now clearly see everything outside.
During this time, they hadn't encountered any survivors fleeing or infected chasing them. The entire city seemed to have fallen silent, as if everyone had disappeared, leaving only them.
"How's it going? Any updates?" Brian wiped the sweat from his forehead and approached Tracy. "Still no luck contacting them?"
With a sigh, Tracy shook her head in frustration. "I've been trying to reach them on the military frequency for days, but still no response."
Listening to their conversation at the door, Wilfred, sitting on the couch, looked concerned. "So... do we keep waiting?"
He then pointed to the backpacks lying nearby. "We've used up a lot of our food in these three days. We need to save some for the road to Atlanta. If we can't contact them, we have to leave soon!"
Perhaps sensing the seriousness of the situation, the four people who were originally playing cards put down their poker hands and turned their heads to look at them.