Looking at these places ravaged by the zombie horde, Wang Hao felt a pang of discomfort in his heart.
But what could he do about it?
He was human, not a god. Even if a god came now, these monsters would still devour you.
"Master, there's a group of refugees blocking the road ahead, how do we handle them?"
The voice of the Charming Man interrupted Wang Hao's thoughts over the speaker.
"Refugees?"
Wang Hao furrowed his brows.
The car stopped in front of the refugees.
As Wang Hao got out of the car, the refugees immediately surrounded him.
"Sir, please help us!"
"I beg you, give us some food!"
"Sir, please take us with you, we have children."
.....
The refugees pleaded bitterly, talking over each other.
Wang Hao glanced over these people.
All were the old, the young, the sick, and the disabled.
No labor force, no women of beauty.
No wonder they dared to block cars so recklessly.
"Sir, please, the child is about to die, please help us."
