The street was eerily quiet, not a single sound could be heard.
Yet under the moonlight, there were shadows of people everywhere.
Their bodies were twisted in strange ways, yet they barely managed to stand.
Some zombies were missing arms or legs, their eyes still wide open.
Shadowy zombies silently stood in their spots, as they did every day.
No matter if it was day or night, whether it was windy or rainy.
Their purpose, it seemed, was only to add a bit of decayed flesh to this world, bringing more of a rotten atmosphere to this safety zone.
Zhang Yiming wasn't controlling them, his brainwaves only commanded the zombies to stay within the Zombie Safety Zone.
The zombies were obedient, whether it was the Zombie King or ordinary zombies, none defied Zhang Yiming's command.
Not leaving here meant there was no flesh to devour.
The small animals here were killed by zombies at the very beginning.
This place truly became a kingdom of death, decay was everywhere.
