Time, 7:10
Dusk gradually extinguished, and the ruined city welcomed the night; the sky, streets, and zombies all darkened.
For some reason, Su Changxing did not reject this darkening feeling. He had already adapted to being active in this deathly silence, starting to get used to the howling in this quietness.
Coming into the night, he felt like he became the master here, as if he were a Dreamer, and this place had become his dream.
After handling everything, Su Changxing and Huang Biao returned through the half-dark sky, and by this time, the zombies had become especially active, rushing at them from a distance away.
Su Changxing lifted his knife facing forward, a zombie just charged over, its head hitting the blade, and died.
Qian Runwei frantically pushed away a zombie, already scratched with a few bloody marks on himself, taking a sharp breath and saying, "These zombies are too fierce, like they're on steroids."
