The group, consumed by infighting, quickly thinned out until few were left.
Blood stained their yard red, the bodies lying about like worthless slabs of spoiled meat.
Zhang Qingzhi and Shen Baoying stood upstairs, witnessing the scene unfold. Only then did they truly understand how terrifying the apocalypse was.
It turned people into walking corpses, into merciless killing machines.
Ding Sheng was beaten to a bloody pulp by his own two brothers, but the medicine box in his hand was snatched away by someone else.
Then, in the next moment, the three brothers united against a common enemy, viciously strangling their opponent until he stopped struggling and drew his last breath.
Ding Chou moved with lightning speed to snatch the crushed medicine box. It was incredibly light—obviously empty.
He viciously tore the box to shreds, kicked away Ding Sheng who was lunging for him, and roared at everyone still fighting, "The box is empty! The son of a bitch tricked us!"
