Most of the people were either younglings or elderly men. Maverick couldn't help but frown. Wouldn't it have been better to just leave them to their deaths? Carrying such a load of unhelpful people would only slow Max down. Not only that, but Max would have to fight while protecting them, which, to Maverick, was a complete waste of time.“Okay, guys, this here is Maverick. I stumbled upon him while clearing up the zombies," Max introduced him.But no one replied. The only sounds echoing were the sobs of some women and the moody silence of the men. Reality was sinking in, and perhaps some of them were already reflecting on how their loved ones hadn’t made it this far.Then, a man from the group stood up. He was dressed in a suit, his chubby face glistening with sweat. He approached Max, throwing a quick glance at Maverick before saying, “Max, why did you bring someone in? Don’t you know too many people means too many zombies on our tails? We need to minimize our numbers, not add more t