The beginning of the apocalypse in Su Junxin's memory was pandemonium.
Women's screams, men's howls of pain, the heavy and nauseating stench of blood mixed with a chilling sense of danger permeated every part of the body.
The zombie virus spread at a rate infecting one person every three seconds. Ordinary people, forced to become prey, fled in terror like headless flies. The desperately mobilized military fell back amidst the increasing siege of zombies. Power systems failed, fires occurred frequently, and society completely lost its order. Feeble cries emanated from the ruins, and infants less than a month old were devoured by their famished brethren in the next second.
But at this very moment, what appeared before Su Junxin was a completely dead city.
The vibrant city of a thousand towers, which was still throbbing with life the night before, lost all its vitality overnight.
