Su Junxin stood still holding her weapon.
Wrapped in circles of tape on the woman zombie's back was a baby carrier, and her hands were tied with a hemp rope. Judging from the messy knot, it's likely she tied herself up. On her chest, written in blood were large characters — My child is still alive, please save him!
Watching her stagger towards herself, Su Junxin's nose felt sour, and she clenched the knife in her hand.
With a cold glint, the woman zombie fell to the ground with her cloudy eyes wide open.
Su Junxin lifted the cover of the carrier, revealing a pale little face.
This was a male infant a few months old, severely dehydrated, lips chapped like parched earth, in very poor condition, on the verge of unconsciousness, and only able to let out uncomfortable cries through his throat instinctively.
