After stuffing themselves with food and drink, Ethan and the others slung their backpacks over their shoulders and stood up.
Not far off, the other group tensed the moment they saw Ethan's crew rise. Their hearts practically leapt into their throats—half-expecting another round of beatings.
But their fear turned out to be unnecessary. Ethan didn't even glance their way, let alone bother with them.
"Ethan, how are we getting out of here?" Henry asked.
"Let's check the back. I remember this place has a rear exit. We'll see how many zombies are out there."
"Got it."
With the plan settled, they headed toward the back of the supermarket.
Sure, it was nice in here—plenty to eat and drink, a rare bit of comfort. But they all knew too well: comfort was for the dead.
The zombies were evolving. If they didn't keep up, extinction was just a matter of time.
