51 A Moment Of Peace - Someone Approaches!

The group spent a short amount of time recovering in the basement, reloading, restocking ammo and checking all the weapons were working properly as Seth and Muyue started to regain a small amount of their energy.

"Shall we head upstairs and have something to eat? Remaining here will make our lungs bad with the disgusting stench," Seth asked, leaning against one of the washing machines, now stained in dark blood, emitting a foul and sour stench like garbage and rotten fish.

"Mmm... I don't like the smell."

"Anything to get some light... are there any more zombies up there?" Scott asked with a worried face.

His weapon, now the hand canon, almost broke his wrist, which was now a dark blue due to the force and recoil when he shot with bad posture.

Seth took the lead this time instead of Muyue, his left hand holding the black machete and his right Freya freshly cleaned and shiny from the quick maintenance.

"So many bodies..."