The next morning.

The mist over the wasteland had yet to dissipate, and the gray-white sky hung low.

The abandoned Ren'ai Hospital was as silent as a ghost town, with only the occasional zombie roar echoing from afar.

Inside the RV, Lin Hui sat in the driver's seat, fiddling with the communicator he had scavenged from the Goatee Man, eavesdropping on the movements of the Evil Wolf Guild.