1:00 PM
Freyah returned around that time. As expected, Florence greeted her with a cold smile, watching her closely.
"There are no more survivors." Freyah shook her head. She had spent nearly two and a half hours surveying the area, eliminating every zombie she encountered along the way.
A somber mood settled over the group.
"Maybe if we had checked the area as soon as we arrived, we might have found someone?" Cherellyn said, her voice filled with regret.
Honestly, Freyah had no intention of thoroughly scanning every area they passed. If they did, it would waste valuable time. She had already done her best to help others—creating that post and the PDF file. That was the extent of what she could offer.
As cold as it sounded, she had her own priorities.
First, save everyone dear to her.
Second, reach Bohol, reunite with her family, and establish the strongest base in the apocalypse.