From the sound of these cries, it was clear they were communicating with each other, much like humans chatting.
But Shen Feng was certain that the deeply infected zombies he had encountered so far only had chaotic, instinctual reactions akin to muscle memory, with no real self-awareness.
'What was going on here?'
Gazing at the still-burning building outside and the zombies' ghostly silhouettes, stretched long by the firelight on distant structures, Shen Feng gently shook his head.
He would have to investigate the area around that building eventually, but now wasn't the time.
He wasn't ready yet.
Clearing his head of the complex thoughts, Shen Feng shut the window and sealed all the doors and windows, making sure no light could escape. Only then did he start examining the items he had brought back from the security room.
The gun wasn't important. What truly mattered were the newspapers and logbooks.
