In addition, all the windows in the house were sealed from the inside, making the room quite dim.

"For safety reasons, the four of us slept together and looked out for each other. Unfortunately, now I'm the only one left," Jackson said, his expression turning slightly gloomy.

Harry understood that there were originally four survivors with Jackson, but now the other three had been killed by the monsters, leaving only Jackson. Looking at the four beds, Harry's mind stirred and he asked, "Jackson, were all four of your group originally living in this building, or were some of you like us and came from elsewhere?"

Jackson replied, "We were all residents living in this building. One lived on the thirtieth floor, I lived on the thirty-first floor, and the other two were a father and son who lived on the top floor. The room filled with supplies earlier belongs to them."

Hearing Jackson's words, Harry pondered.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Jackson asked.

Harry said, "My previous apartment was only on the thirtieth floor, and I was the only survivor. Olivia's apartment was also on the thirtieth floor, and when the flood came, she and her father were the only ones left alive. Of course, her father later..."

Afraid of upsetting Olivia, he didn't finish the sentence, but Jackson could still understand what Harry meant from his words and nodded slightly. "And then, what does that mean?"

Harry said, "This building has thirty-two floors, with three visible above water. There were four survivors, so I'm wondering if there might be even more survivors in higher floors of other buildings?"

Jackson was taken aback by Harry's words, then nodded and said, "Now that you mention it, it makes sense. The Purple Wind Tower isn't far from here, right?"

"Yes, the Purple Wind Tower has thirty-eight floors. If we follow this pattern, then during the flood, at least eight floors of the tower should still be above water, and there may be many survivors there," Harry replied.

Harry also knew about the Purple Wind Tower. It was a relatively iconic building in the area and was about two or three kilometers away from where they were.

In the past, two or three kilometers wasn't a big deal, but now, with the floodwaters everywhere and dangerous undercurrents, that distance had become insurmountable. While Harry knew about the Purple Wind Tower, he had never thought of directly rafting there. For him, the two or three kilometers of waterway was too dangerous, at least he didn't dare to go there now.

Jackson pondered and said, "The Purple Wind Tower is about three kilometers away from us. It's not too far, but it's definitely not close either. For someone like me who gets seasick, it's really deadly. But you're right, there might be many survivors at the Purple Wind Tower. We can find a way to go and take a look. If there are many people there, then there's strength in numbers, and we can say we found an organization."

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Harry nodded. Since he learned that there were four survivors here, he had been thinking of going to higher floors of the Purple Wind Tower. The problem now was how to overcome the three kilometers of waterway that lay ahead of them.

Later, the three of them each found a bed to rest on, preparing for tonight's hunt.

After drinking some wine at noon and being together with three people, they felt a sense of security that they hadn't felt in the previous two days. Harry slept very deeply and comfortably, and was eventually woken up by Jackson.

Harry opened his eyes and saw Jackson standing by his bed.

Olivia was sitting on her bed, one hand holding a pillow and the other rubbing her eyes, looking a bit sleepy.

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already past five in the afternoon. He had slept for three or four hours.

"Did you hear anything?" Jackson asked softly as Harry woke up.

Harry immediately became alert and whispered, "What's going on?"

Jackson said, "It's nothing, just a few Zombies have arrived. But these Zombies are relatively low-level and not to be feared. These monsters have a certain pattern of movement, and most of the ones that come out during the day aren't strong, and their numbers aren't many. The powerful monsters usually only come out at night, of course, there are exceptions. What I said isn't absolute, but it's generally a rule."

Harry knew that when Jackson said Zombies, he actually meant zombies. Because Jackson didn't have the "Peeking Eye Rune," he didn't know the zombie's real name and always called them zombies.

Harry walked up to the anti-theft door and saw several Zombies swaying and stumbling out of the staircase on the other side of the corridor. They were slowly approaching their door and knocking on it one by one.

"I remember you said that the little girl is still a normal person, and these Zombies can be used to train her," Jackson said.

Jackson took out a steel shovel from under the bed. This kind of outdoor tool was about one meter long, of good quality, and not light in weight. When swung, it had great power.

He used the steel shovel to break the limbs of these zombies, leaving them able to crawl on the ground, but not die. Obviously, he wanted to leave the final blow to Olivia.

"Little girl, come over here. I'll leave these on the ground to you," Jackson said as he ran towards the last standing Zombie.

Harry waved to Olivia, who had just woken up and was a bit dazed. She put down the pillow in her arms and Harry handed her the hammer he had used before. He didn't need it anymore since he had the iron rod.

"Are we going to hit their heads again?" Olivia asked in a low voice, with a hint of reluctance.

Harry knew she didn't want to, but he said seriously, "Remember, if you want to survive, you must do it."

Olivia pursed her lips lightly and didn't say anything.

As they walked out, there were already five Zombies lying on the ground in the corridor.

Jackson's steel shovel was a special tool of excellent quality, and its weight made it very powerful when swung.

He used the steel shovel to break the arms and legs of these zombies, leaving them crawling on the ground but not dead. It was clear that he wanted to leave the final blow to Olivia.

"Little girl, come over here. I'll leave these on the ground to you," Jackson said as he ran towards the last standing Zombie.

It was easy for Jackson to deal with this low-level Zombie with his skill. Harry saw him swing the shovel in his hand and directly hit the Zombie's knee. With a "bang," the Zombie fell to the ground, and Jackson then swung the shovel at the Zombie's limbs.

The rough and simple movements quickly completely disabled the Zombie's limbs, leaving it unable to counterattack.

This type of Zombie does not know pain, only possessing basic instincts of attack and predation. Even after being knocked down, it continued to writhe on the ground, unable to cry out or show any signs of pain on its lifeless face.