They didn't stop again.
The moment Chen told Liang Wei they had only three days before the region was bombed, the man's exhaustion seemed to become a much smaller problem. He led them south through the forest at a quicker pace, keeping his injured arm close to his chest while Chen followed with the rifle ready.
Chen's own body wasn't doing much better. His ribs hurt whenever he breathed too deeply, the side of his head still throbbed from being thrown down, and the bruises around his throat were beginning to darken. He ignored all of it. Three days wasn't much time, especially when City S was still several days away on foot.
Skyy stayed beside him now instead of behind him.
The metal pipe remained firmly in his hands, the end still stained from the zombie he'd killed earlier. He didn't hold it awkwardly anymore either. Whenever something moved in the bushes, his fingers immediately tightened around it.
Chen noticed the change but didn't mention it.
