Although it was already morning, the red moon in the sky still existed as an indistinct shadow, and the red mist had completely disappeared. The zombies outside seemed like they were on stimulants, listless after the drug effects wore off.
Huang Biao looked out the window and analyzed: "Don't you think these zombies seem to have returned to how they looked on the first day we arrived, mostly the same?"
Su Changxing put down the empty lunch box he had finished and nodded: "It seems like a seven-day cycle. From this perspective, the second Blood Moon would be on the fourteenth day, but this should also count as the last chance."
Huang Biao's eyes focused as he said: "You mean that by then the transformation will start?"
Su Changxing nodded thoughtfully: "Approximately, it might even be earlier. By then, it could truly be the moment of despair."
