"Since there are other survivors here, we need to be more careful." Ji Lin tried to keep his tone steady, the arm Chuzheng leaned on felt like it was being roasted under the blazing sun.
Chuzheng responded with a distracted "hmm."
"Aren't you afraid of something happening by picking up someone else's body like that?" Ji Lin shifted the topic back to the corpse.
"He's dead."
The implication was: what could possibly happen, it's not like he could turn into a zombie, and even if he did, she could send him back to rest.
Ji Lin: "..."
Ji Lin felt that this girl with a poker face... thought differently from ordinary people.
She seemed unafraid of anything.
No matter how many zombies they encountered, she watched coldly with no emotional fluctuation, like a... machine.
But she was a living person.
How could a person live like a machine?
What had she been through?
Why did she turn out this way?
