Before going out, Mu Chen couldn't help but lift a corner of the curtain to check downstairs, then satisfactorily curled his lips: "Ling Mo, did you really think we're just sitting ducks? Just wait and see..."
...
"Swoosh!"
The wind swept through the crossroad, and the ragged flags hanging by the streetside rustled in the wind.
The overturned bus lay rotten in the middle of the road, and about a dozen dirty and terrifying zombies were staring with pairs of dull, blood-red eyes, slowly swaying.
From the looks of the street, Dongming City didn't seem to be any different from other cities: desolate, dilapidated, dominated by zombies.
Suddenly, a faint sound caught the attention of these zombies. It was as if they were wound up all at once; they lifted their heads together, eyes flashing with danger, scanning the surroundings with craving.
"Giggle..."
