Two hours later, Zhang Yanhang was walking along a street littered with corpses yet eerily silent; he had just eliminated a large group of zombies here, around fifty or sixty in number. These zombies huddled together inexplicably like Adélie penguins seeking warmth in a circle.
Seeing this, Zhang Yanhang casually tossed a few M57 fragmentation grenades towards the center of the group, to let them feel a final touch of warmth before death. Honestly, he felt that this was a fairly desirable way to go, almost on par with fairytale characters, such as Little Red Riding Hood, who could only keep warm with a match.
In fact, it might have been better than Little Red Riding Hood, considering even a large basket of matches couldn't compare to the heat of a grenade explosion.
