"Tsk, that's a reasonable, expected choice."
Behind the truck, in the trailing SUV, Ling Zhuang was gripping the wheel with an indifferent calm.
"Help… help me…"
The voice came faintly from the roadside. The truck in front did not slow down. As its engine roared forward, the girl lying on the cracked pavement was immediately swallowed by a tide of zombies. Their claws reached for her, their teeth gnashing in hunger. A single bite would be enough to end her.
Hearing Ling Zhuang's flat remark, Jiang Jiamian sneered. Without hesitation, he swung himself out of the passenger window. His movements were swift and elegant, more like a feather cutting through air than a man leaping into danger.
