Chapter 397 Underwater Zombies

The survivors had no time to think about anything else. As soon as they heard that there was free food to get, they immediately ran up.

On the side of the camp, two warehouses were opened. Several robots blocked the door, took out the hot rice, and handed them to the survivors.

"This... This is rice!"

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a dirty face was holding a bowl of steaming rice in his hand, and tears were about to fall.

They had been in the camp of the gangs for such a long time. They would thank God if they could eat a hard bun every day. How long had it been since they had eaten sweet and soft rice?

"Mom, mom, there's meat here. It's stewed spareribs." A little girl jumped and shouted, handing a bowl of sparerib soup to her mother, "Mom, you eat first."

Besides the little girl, a charming woman took a sip of the soup with tears in her eyes and cried out, holding the little girl in her arms.