As the two ventured deeper, the number of zombies increased, making it impossible to ride the bike unhindered.
The two had to push their bikes further in.
They only stopped walking when the zombies were practically brushing shoulders with them.
The zombies remained inexplicably obedient.
None of the zombies attacked them.
Because of their presence, some high-tier zombies even intensified their control over the ordinary zombies, suppressing their instinct to devour flesh.
The high-tier zombies dutifully upheld their roles without slacking off.
"Let's go!"
Bai Xiqin looked at the zombies she once hated most, feeling a tinge of pity that she did not express.
These were people suffering from a grave illness, beyond salvation, waiting slowly to decay like rotten meat.
Those zombies with self-awareness were the most unfortunate among them.
Neither humans nor zombies were faring well in this era.
