The sun pierced through the thick clouds, casting layers of golden ripples on the sea. Suddenly, a yacht unexpectedly intruded into the tranquillity.
Ghost stood on one foot on the ship's rail, looking at a cluster of small black dots on the distant sea, his cigarette-holding fingers trembling imperceptibly.
"Finally… shook them off." Shao Hanchen cast aside his steaming hot gun, collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to even open his eyes.
"Temporarily." Ghost retracted his foot and casually wrapped a towel around the wound on his hand. "Zombies can swim. They do not need to rest. It's only a matter of time before they catch up with us."
"But don't we have a yacht? How could we be slower than them?" Shao Hanchen opened his eyes and frowned at him, "Wait, we won't…"
"We don't have enough diesel to cross this sea, and that's only for propulsion. We'll have to paddle by hand for the second half of the journey," Su Junxin's voice rang out.
