Logically speaking, Zombie blood should've been dark, rotten, and viscous like dried oil.
But the blood flowing from the Physician Attendant's body was bright red.
Although it still carried the faint stench of a corpse, it looked almost no different from a living human's blood.
Seeing this, Vikram suddenly recalled something the Survival Platform had once said.
"Those Survivors who die for various reasons do not need to worry. The benevolent Wasteland World will grant them a different form to reappear in the world."
"Different form…"
Vikram's eyes narrowed slightly.
As the intelligence of Zombies increased, they also became increasingly similar to humans.
Then, didn't that mean… the higher these Zombies evolved, the closer they would become to actual humans?
"Hiss…"
Thinking of this possibility, even Vikram couldn't help inhaling sharply.
Such individuals would possess the physique of a Zombie and the mind of a normal human.
