"Our leader is just too low-key. Humans provoke him like this, yet he hasn't retaliated. If he wanted to, he could completely transform this world, making everyone tremble."
Li Cheng touched his gray hair, staring out the window.
Outside, the crowded zombie hoard had reverted to its previous state, their eyes vacant, standing motionless in the snow.
Decaying flesh clung to them, never healing, never turning into dry bones.
Occasionally, rotten meat would fall to the ground, taking a long time for nature to completely purify.
When its decaying flesh fell off, devouring flesh would grow new rot, leaving no intact skin on their bodies, merely hollow shells.
Without the scent of flesh, they appeared dull-witted, far stupider than regular small animals, devoid of any thought.
A mere trace of flesh's scent would unleash all their strength, engulfing every bit of flesh they could reach.
