Grabbing the knife proved far more difficult than everyone had anticipated. After all, under normal circumstances, people use both hands to pick things up. Such habits, ingrained from a young age, are not easy to adapt to quickly.
This was especially true for Zhao Yunhai, a man of advanced age, who, bound hand and foot, was already sweating profusely and feeling sore after just a short while of frantic searching.
Without a doubt, switching people now was clearly not feasible. Putting aside whether switching would achieve the desired result, the increasingly close roars of zombies prohibited the survivors from doing so.
"Uncle Zhao, don't panic. Listen to my commands: move your body two centimeters to the right. Good, now move one centimeter down. Yes, just like that..." Seeing Zhao Yunhai groping aimlessly, Tang Xiaoquan knew this wasn't the way forward, so he quickly started giving directions.
