Seeing the metal bed frame, Zhang Yuan grinned, and with a flick of his hand, the earth bed floated toward the bed frame. As the two were put together, they created a strong, stable bed.
Jiao Lizhi walked over and pressed on the bed. When she was sure that the bed was strong enough for them, she took out several old cotton blankets they had found in the abandoned houses before.
The members helped her cover the bed with the blankets. Soon after, a comfortable makeshift bed was ready. Finally satisfied with this, the members finally put down their backpacks and took a rest.
Not far from them, the survivors were watching them with great interest. Most of them were marveling at how peculiar they were. In the apocalypse, who would have time to care so much about hygiene?
As long as they had a place to stay and food to fill their stomachs, that was enough. Before, they would think like this.
