In the deep darkness of the night, a crow's harsh call suddenly broke the silence, instantly stirring up a commotion.
Zombies, starved for a long time, came at the noise. Sharp fingernails sliced open the crow's belly, and a rotting mouth opened wide to catch the bloody, mangled innards, chewing forcefully with "crunch, crunch" sounds.
Suddenly, a flash of cold light cuts through the air, and the feeding zombies freeze as if the pause button had been pressed on a movie. A thick, black liquid slowly seeps out where the head connects to the collarbone—
"Thump," the head falls to the ground, a half-eaten bird heart still clutched between its teeth.
Su Junxin sheathed her knife and fixed her gaze on the two corpses, deep in thought.
"What's wrong, is there a problem?" K asked in a quiet voice.
