Dust whipped up by the wind rolled down the street, with a few zombies dragging their sluggish feet along.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar, as sharp as a blade, shattered this quietness.
A black pickup appeared from around a corner, racing and bulldozing across the body remains scattered in the middle of the road. Amid the vehicle's swaying, faint woman's screams of pain could be heard.
The dust and blood-soaked amniotic fluid wet Shao Hanchen's pant leg, his heart quivered, and his face turned pale—he was an old pro in the chaotic world of Fengyue field, but it was his first time witnessing childbirth.
He felt somewhat uneasy inside.
Jolted back to the reality by a stern look from Su Junxin, he quickly averted his gaze. He held a submachine gun out of bullets, pounding its butt repeatedly on the heads of the zombies chasing behind the pickup truck.
