It wasn't just the soup. it was everything. They had been here in this house for about two to three days but no zombie nor military people came to bother them. It had irked him a lot. but he consoled himself that this place was cleared out and that the zombies did not make it out of the school.
but everything matched up now.
Yunfeng sat there for a long while, cradling Muchen's sleeping form, but his mind wouldn't settle. Something else had been bothering him—something harder to explain.
The static.
He'd been hearing it ever since they'd arrived at this house. A low, irregular hum in the background. Like the faint buzz of a broken speaker or an untuned radio. At first, he'd brushed it off as his ears playing tricks on him—maybe a side effect of the injection, maybe just stress.
But no. It hadn't gone away. In fact, it was louder now than ever.
Especially in this room.
