The grandfather and grandson duo concentrated on eating biscuits. The eight special forces soldiers were tired after the day's events and felt hungry. They took out their dry food rations and sated their hunger. Only Song Haoran didn't eat, and merely stared at the photos of Lixin inside his wallet; his deep, dark eyes full of thoughts.
"Major General, eat something and replenish your strength. Otherwise, you won't have any strength to find Young Master Gong," A special forces soldier whispered as he patted him on the shoulder.
"Yeah." Song Haoran lowered his head, closed his wallet, and put it back in his pocket. He took out a bag of compressed biscuits, and mechanically ate them.
Several subordinates who knew Song Haoran well glanced at each other and helplessly shook their heads as they looked at the Major General who seemed as if he lost his soul.
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The boy put a biscuit in his mouth and swallowed it without chewing, almost choking in the process. His grandfather immediately stepped forward to pat him on the back and told him to slow down.
"Are you looking for the person in the photo?" The teenager hit his chest and gasped.
"Yes, we can't go back without finding him. You're here for two days. We'll contact the higher-ups to pick you up. Right, are there other survivors besides you?" The Major General asked without answering the question.
"I've met them, but they all died. They were too reckless. There's a danger zone ahead, I told them not to go, but they kept on insisting. They asked for it!" The boy's tone was full of scorn as if he, who did nothing but wait in the bomb shelter, was much better than them.
Everyone was silent and no longer cared about him. The child spoke with cold-heartedness, selfishness, timidity, and weakness, which made them particularly unhappy. Song Haoran looked up and glanced at him, his eyes as sharp as a knife and just as cold. The child's attitude reminded him of Gong Xiangyi, and his heart unconsciously hated him.
The teenager shrunk back after seeing Song Haoran's glare and immediately shut up. After a few more minutes, he opened his mouth and asked, "Let me see the photo. My grandfather hasn't seen him, but maybe I have."
Song Haoran sighed and finally handed over the photo. As long as there was a clue, he would not give up.
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The teenager took the photo and looked at it under the light. Song Haoran squinted his eyes and observed his movements and expressions. After half a minute, the teenager looked up at Song Haoran. He said with regret. "I've seen this person on the day of the apocalypse. I happened to come here to give my grandfather his living allowance. However, he's already dead. He was eaten by a group of zombies, just in the corner of the alley. At that time, he shouted for help, but there were too many zombies, I didn't dare go. Sorry!"
The boy said with red eyes and shyly bowed his head. His grandfather was surprised and looked at his grandson. He quickly reached out and patted his back in comfort then looked at Song Haoran with eyes filled with pity.
Song Haoran stared at the grandfather and grandson duo without any expression. He did not say anything for a long time. The atmosphere in the shelter gradually became gloomy.
The young man bit his lip and wiped away the tears. He softly said, "Big brother, don't be sad. We're in the apocalypse. Maybe it happened then. Maybe it will happen the next moment. People will face death at any time, and you just have to accept it. He is dead. What do you want to do? Are you going to retreat? Can you bring my grandfather and me?"
