Zerra used her senses to scan the room. Of course, she couldn’t cover all the rooms inside, but she could faintly indeed sense Nyra’s presence. She glanced at Meira, who wore an anxious look. She was biting her nails and pursing her lips occasionally. A frown marred her forehead. Her instinct told her Meira wasn’t anxious for Nyra, but for the result of whatever she had done. Zerra joined others in jumping inside the house. Mr. Wells, strangely, looked a little excited, squeezing his own fingers. He was even about to join in entering the house if not for others holding him back. He had a hopeful look on his face. The moment Zerra arrived inside, she was taken aback. "Zerra, help take the people outside." She was one of the very first ability users who managed to get in, thanks to her slender figure and speed. "Take the kids first," Nyra said hoarsely. It was unknown how long she had been fighting against the zombies. Blood seeped from her mouth, yet she forced herself to hold on. Her hands relentlessly spat out fireballs, burning the zombies. "Elder sister, you don’t want to go out first?" She hesitantly offered to Nyra. Her condition was really bad; she might even have overdrawn her energy. "Take the kids..." she repeated weakly. Zerra sighed and went to the kids, who looked so thin that they were only bones all over. Their clothes were unkempt, like homeless people. When she approached them, the kids had fear in their eyes, scrambling to their mother’s embrace. The mother also looked thin and extremely malnourished. Nyra had been protecting them behind her, not allowing the zombies to pass by. The mother and two kids must have locked themselves in the kitchen full of supplies. That was the reason they could survive until now. "Let’s go with me? It’s safe outside. There are no zombies..." Zerra admitted she was bad at coaxing children. So, she could only think of the last resort. Laziel’s chocolates. She took out two packages of chocolates and gave one each, her expression urging them to take it. "Just go... take them..." the mother urged, shoving her kids toward Zerra. She took the kids in her embrace. They looked like they were five years old already. "Mom..." they began to cry, letting out silent tears. The mother must have taught them not to make too much noise too... Zerra took a deep breath. She couldn’t imagine what kind of life they had experienced until now. The kids must have been so full of fear. She carried them in each of her hands. When she took a quick glance behind her, the mother was actually dragging something — or even someone — from behind the chair. There wasn’t much time to dawdle, so she immediately ran towards the outside. Mr. Wells spotted the two children immediately. The cry from earlier... he must have known that it was from his neighbor. "I will take care of them..." as Zerra climbed out of the window, Mr. Wells tried to help her carry the children. "Let us, Mr. Wells." Of course, others couldn’t bear to let an old man like him carry the kids when they were there. The men picked the scared children from Zerra’s embrace, letting them be exposed to the sun and air outside. "Mom..." the kids still occasionally called their mom, tears hanging in their eyelashes. The two ability users were grown men, but they never had children, so they could only coax them as best as they could. "Your mom will be here soon. Let’s wait with Grandma Wells, okay?" They persuaded the kids. Zerra just realized that the pair of kids, one girl and one boy, were twins. Their faces were smeared so badly with dirt that she almost couldn’t recognize their original faces. She went inside again after she had escorted the kids out. Her eyes still caught the look on Mr. Wells’ face, who had a touched expression upon seeing someone now was finally safe. A temporary trance filled her eyes, and confusion swirled in her chest. Shaking her head, she jumped inside. People were fighting against the zombies, but some already helped the mother from the back kitchen. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel·fiɾe·net "Go to the door." Zerra told the man, and she ran toward the door, frowning slightly when she saw it was locked. Her senses spread around the room, trying to find the key. She crouched down when she finally found it, below some scattered fragments of porcelain cups and vases. Huh? This wasn’t the correct key. She spread her senses again, a little surprised when she saw a key near the dead potted plants outside. "Wait for a bit." She ran toward the window, jumped outside, took the key, and went back inside again. After putting the key in the door lock hole, she opened the steel door. The people were quite surprised at how quick she was. They didn’t help only the mother to walk toward the outside, but also an elderly woman. She looked so frail and old; her hair was all white, unlike Mr. Wells, who still had a sliver of black. The elderly woman couldn’t walk, so an ability user had to carry her. "Where are my children?" The mother asked Zerra as she passed by her. Her thin lips trembled. Her body looked so weak that a faint breeze might blow her away. Zerra felt pity for this woman, who must have a hard time taking care of her kids and elderly woman, keeping them safe in a house full of zombies. "They are outside with Mr. Wells." She motioned to the old man, who was hugging the two kids without caring whether they were dirty or not. The woman had a lot of unspeakable emotions in her eyes. Mostly it was relief, but... there was no joy. Her grief for her fallen family members still hadn’t ended. The ability user helped the mother to walk toward her kids. Zerra turned toward the house again. They had finally taken care of all the zombies inside. Darren had his hands around Nyra’s waist, helping her walk. She was limping. Zerra’s mouth twitched slightly when she caught Meira’s anxious look. She had been staring at each person exiting the house with absolute anxiety. She suddenly wondered what would happen if she saw Nyra was fine...? She suddenly had a realization. Was the key actually thrown by Meira after she locked the door? If that was the case, this girl was incredibly ruthless. As Nyra and Darren slowly walked out of the door, Nyra lifted her head. Meira and Nyra’s eyes met, and the latter’s face went pale.