'It's all muscle memory doing the killing.'
...
Supplies were gathered, and everyone returned.
The Legendary story of the leader killing over four hundred zombies was also brought back.
Then, Zhang Feng became the giant panda over these few days.
Every day, people would occasionally pass by him, looking at him.
Zhang Feng got used to it and chatted idly with everyone.
Because the seven-month mark was getting closer.
"Cheers!"
The previous evening.
Zhang Feng randomly found a reason—abundance of supplies—and gathered for a meal with the 395 survivors.
It was akin to creating a family portrait of the base.
...
The next morning.
After breakfast, Zhang Feng braved the cold wind and went up to the rooftop.
Quietly waiting.
Zhang Feng looked out over the city as far as he could see.
Some streets still had zombies active, the cold weather hadn't affected them much.
"Brother Zhang..."
A voice came from the rooftop entrance, Ah Sheng brought up a large cotton coat.
