After Xie Ning took care of the two zombies, she turned to see Song Kexin staring at the back seat. The girl was gripping her long-handled cleaver so tightly her body was trembling.
Xie Ning knew at once what was happening. She walked over and glanced inside. "What are you waiting for, a prize?"
Sweat slicked Song Kexin's palm as she clutched the cleaver. "Sis."
She stammered, "It's... it's a little kid."
"You're wrong," Xie Ning said, her voice cold. "That's not a little kid. It's a little zombie."
In the back seat of the sedan, a little girl with her hair in two braids had her back to them. Now, she was slowly turning her head.
Song Kexin immediately saw that one side of the little girl's face was a mangled mess of blood and flesh.
Her ashy-white pupils stared blankly at them. Agonizingly slowly, she staggered out of the car, a constant, guttural rattle escaping her throat.
