"Speak," Mr. Wang held his arms across his chest, looking at the man with missing teeth before him.
The man with missing teeth lowered his head and patted the soda crackers he had just put away again.
Seeing Mr. Wang looking at him, the man's mouth split open in a grin, making his missing teeth even more apparent.
Then he said, "This place, we all call it Safe City.
Ironically, there used to be tens of thousands of people here, but during the last Zombie Tide, it was overrun and many died. Now, I estimate there are only a few thousand left."
The man with missing teeth seemed to recall some terrifying memory, fear evident in his eyes.
After a while, he continued with a sigh,
"Maybe not even a few thousand now, because sometimes people often come out from inside. This place is like a safe house; once you enter, your safety is guaranteed.
