Seeing zombies isn't scary, and seeing zombies eat people doesn't feel scary either.
What's scary is seeing a brother you've lived with day and night being eaten alive by zombies.
Lao Fei felt his chest clogged with pain.
Enduring the agony, he gathered Jimu's dismembered body and buried it under a nearby tree.
He knew that staying here was a waste of time; lingering any longer meant more danger, with zombies potentially approaching at any moment.
However, some things cannot be measured by gain or loss.
He had to do this, not wanting his brother to be entirely devoured by zombies even after death.
"Damn!!!! Your mother!!! Damn heavens!"
Lao Fei roared up at the sky.
He had never hated so much before, but who should he hate?
If it weren't for the snow, Jimu wouldn't have only discovered the zombies when they were close.
If the Doomsday hadn't erupted, would his parents have died?
Resentment filled the sky.
After the roar.
A hand suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
