Swoosh—
A zombie's head was chopped off.
Zhang Feng and Old Gao entered the mall, and after half an hour of clearing out, the scattered zombies inside the mall were also killed.
Meanwhile, outside the door amidst the bloody remains,
Several nearby residents were watching from the doorway, wanting to speak but not daring to do so.
The fact that they were able to come here through the corpses was the result of a complex mental struggle before finally deciding to take this step.
"Will we die?"
At this moment, a young man looked at a few of his neighbors around him.
"Staying upstairs will starve us to death too..." The neighbor glanced at the surrounding severed limbs, suppressing the discomfort, trying to keep his voice steady, but also gagging as he spoke:
"We might as well... ugh... yeah, just come down... maybe... maybe that superhero, that 'Brother Zhang'... won't hurt us..."
His words were full of uncertainty, a complete gamble.
