Not far from the quartet, a few people were busily fighting off zombies. From their reaction and agility, it was clear that they excelled in combat.
One of the women who was in the combat team frowned, casting a disdainful gaze toward the dirty blonde-haired woman and bellowed,
"Can you stop shouting as if it is your first time? For God's sake, you aren't a virgin! Maybe you must be feeling delighted in your heart, but couldn't let go of the guilt of cheating on your husband, and hence putting up this fake act."
This woman had short black hair and pale skin that was marred with tattoos. Though she tried her best, the jealousy in her eyes spoke volumes.
The dirty blonde-haired woman continued her struggle. Enjoy? Delight? She didn't feel any such things at all. Instead, she felt fear and an urge to end her life just so she wouldn't have to go through this humiliation.
