The convoy did not return to the 'Monster's' house immediately.
Instead, Commander Li had the vehicles slow long before the residential block came back into view. His attention was fixed on the stretch of road ahead as if the answer might reveal itself through repetition alone.
The route had not changed, he had made sure that they were following in his previous footsteps. The distance had not changed. The conditions had not changed. Every variable remained exactly where it should have been, and that was precisely the problem.
"Stop here," Li announced, his voice cutting through the tension in the truck. There were three convoys this time. They weren't looking for survivors, they wanted supplies. They wanted their supplies.
The lead vehicle halted and the rest followed in sequence, their engines idling low as the maintained their formation. No one forgot about the zombie horde that attacked them a few hours ago in this same area.
