"Zzzzzz!"
The usual hum of radio static suddenly startled Wang Zhongyu, who hurriedly stuffed the Hand-held Radio under the bedding covering him, aiming to reduce the risk of zombies outside the car detecting it.
Perhaps influenced by psychological factors, even though he had immediately implemented soundproof measures, Wang Zhongyu still felt the zombies' agitation becoming more intense.
"Hey, Xiao Wen, wake up!"
Wang Zhongyu tried to lower his voice as much as possible, but the direct consequence was that neither zombies nor Wen Quanxin could hear him.
To make sure he could promptly receive instructions from Old Xu, Wen Quanxin had placed the Hand-held Radio by his ear, worried he might miss something important once asleep. Unfortunately, he underestimated his pig-like deep sleep with no sense of alertness.
