Caring for the elderly gentleman.
Kitchen.
Dawu was cooking eggs while Xiaowu watched.
"Brother, what's the deal with that survivor we just saw?"
"Don't know, it's none of our business, we just need to take good care of Grandpa."
Xiaowu nodded in agreement, "Brother, when will this apocalypse end? It's too tough to bear."
Dawu didn't respond.
Silent.
He didn't know when the apocalypse would end either.
Knock, knock!
Soft knocks sounded at the door.
Hearing the knocking, they exchanged glances and approached the door, peering through the peephole to see that it was the sword-carrying survivor they had just seen.
"Is anybody there?" Lin Fan asked softly.
He knew there were people inside, but they seemed very vigilant, remaining quiet. However, even without any noise, he could still hear faint breathing and the sound of boiling water from the kitchen.
Dawu and Xiaowu stayed silent.
It was the end times, and they didn't open the door for strangers.