This was the farthest Hannah had ventured out since the apocalypse.
Looking at the deserted streets, the congested cars, the running zombies, and the gradually decaying city, she felt an indescribable desolation and loneliness.
The once bustling human society had simply vanished into thin air!
Elijah didn't give her much time to ponder.
As they reached the mall and found everything seemingly normal, he immediately led them into the underground warehouse.
Activating the generator, they gazed at the shelves filled with a variety of goods, and Hannah couldn't help but feel genuine joy from the depths of her heart.
All of these were vital supplies for them to survive in the apocalypse.
"You two start moving things. I'll go find another truck upstairs!"
"Okay!"
After assigning their tasks, Elijah took Abigail back to the entrance of the warehouse.
He remembered seeing several box trucks in the mall parking lot.
Leaving Abigail to guard the entrance, he headed straight for the mall parking lot.
But after just a few steps, he received a message from the female shop assistant zombie lingering around the mall, transmitting an image.
It was on a road opposite the mall, next to the office building.
Several men were cautiously maneuvering through the vehicles, and their target was obvious!
It was this mall!
"Plans change!" Elijah furrowed his brow.
He knew that sooner or later someone would set their sights on this mall, so he wanted to move the supplies back as quickly as possible.
But it seemed they were too late!
"No matter, we'll handle it. I fear no one now!" Elijah muttered to himself.
He instructed the zombies to closely monitor the movements of those people.
Meanwhile, he systematically searched for a box truck in the parking lot.
These were trucks used to transport goods to supermarkets, parked not far from the entrance of the warehouse.
There was no one in the truck, the doors wide open, and the keys still in the ignition.
Perhaps the driver encountered a zombie mutation or was attacked by zombies, hastily fleeing the vehicle.
Elijah started the truck and, seeing that it had enough fuel, slowly drove it to the entrance of the warehouse.
At that moment, Hannah and Lily brought up the first batch of supplies and were loading them into the truck.
Quentin's tone was sincere, his words genuine.
Upon hearing this, Elijah was momentarily stunned.
"Quentin..."
That name was famous, to say the least!
If this person was who he thought he was, he would become one of the Tier 3 powerhouses controlling the coastal area.
Known as "Iron Skin and Copper Bones"!
His status was comparable to Matthew of "Lost Morals", but Quentin had a much better reputation.
Seeing that there were elderly and children in his camp spoke volumes.
In Matthew's camp, it was only men, women, and female zombies. Women were either used for pleasure or sold.
Even if a woman accidentally turned into a zombie, precautions would be taken, and she would still be sold. It showed how depraved and morally bankrupt Matthew was!
In comparison, Quentin was practically an angel.
Elijah had heard that in Quentin's settlement, not only did he shelter many homeless people, but he also established a stable order, achieving a certain degree of fairness and prosperity. Many people admired him.
In Elijah's past life, he had thought about heading to Quentin's settlement upon hearing about it for the first time.
However, they were in the south, and he was in the north, so the distance was too far, and he gave up the idea.
Unexpectedly, they met here.
Elijah admired him and couldn't help but overturn his earlier thought of killing them all.
Meanwhile, seeing Elijah pondering, the same man who had spoken out earlier couldn't help but speak up again.
"Big bro, why waste time talking to him? There are more of us; are we afraid we can't beat them? Is there a need to be so polite?"
This time he didn't shout loudly but muttered beside Quentin.
"Ryan, I hope you can mind your own business and stop talking nonsense," Quentin coldly glanced at him.
"They managed to come all the way here and occupy this place; they must have some strength. Maybe they're here because of your help, Quentin? If you didn't lead the zombies away from the intersection yesterday, they might not have had a chance to come in."
The other six nodded in agreement.
"Look at the bodies piled up on both sides of the alley. Can you kill so many zombies? And look at that armored truck; it's covered in blood! They managed to drive all the way here, regardless of how they did it, their strength is not to be underestimated! Besides, I only led the zombies away from the intersection for our convenience.
They clearly came from the east and didn't need to pass through the intersection. We're here to find food, let's not make unnecessary enemies."
Quentin's words settled the matter.
Ryan and the others greedily looked at Hannah, Lily, and Abigail but dared not speak again.
At this point, Elijah finally made up his mind.