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On their way to the hospital, there were just several cars scattered around, still with no zombies inside. Elvis was somewhat familiar with the situation. It was the same when they went to find water last time. They didn’t meet any zombies in the beginning, but they ended being cornered by them from three directions. But even if there were zombies waiting for them ahead this time, Elvis still chose to take the chance. They finally reached the gate of the hospital. The gate was wide open. The parking lot beside was filled with all kinds of cars. Some were luxury while some were just ordinary ones, showing that diseases treated everyone the same regardless of his wealth and status. “Conrad, where is the outpatient building?” Elvis asked Conrad who was familiar with this place