Leng Yebai's voice was soft, like a ray of sunlight on a winter's day.
Warm, bright.
Bai Xiqin quietly rested her head on Leng Yebai's back, her eyes closed, the faint scent of mint lingering at the tip of her nose.
She felt much more awake.
The arrival of the apocalypse originated from a mysterious energy tide, impacting every plant and animal on Earth to varying degrees.
This energy fundamentally changed the nature of plants and animals.
Anything impossible became possible.
People refer to zombies as monsters because they lack thought and only have a bloodthirsty instinct.
If zombies had their own thoughts, could control their actions, and retained their previous memories,
could they still be called zombies?
And those walking corpses could be someone's father, mother, beloved...
Bai Xiqin sighed softly.
Those bloodthirsty monsters cannot control themselves and are destined to go against the world.
