Running for one's life is always extremely exhausting, especially on this highway swarming with zombies. Tang Xiaoquan had only sprinted a few dozen meters before he had to slow down, gasping heavily.
"Damn it, these cursed beasts!" Wang Qiang was similarly worn out. Due to the earlier exertion, his legs now felt as heavy as lead.
Unexpectedly, Du Jiancheng, who had been dragging his feet all along, showed no signs of discomfort.
Only 50 meters from the target location remained. As long as they crossed this distance, the survivors could successfully enter the "Harmony" noodle shop.
However, crises always occur unexpectedly. Exhausted, Tang Xiaoquan paid no attention to the path under his feet, and for this, he paid a heavy price...
"Ah!" With an exclamation, Tang Xiaoquan stumbled, his body suddenly lurching forward, losing balance almost instantly.
In fact, this stumble by Tang Xiaoquan wasn't forceful. He should have been able to easily avoid it with a bit of adjustment.
