The air was thick with post-explosive dust and the coastline was littered with the remains of zombies, their rotten stench assaulting their sense of smell.
Shao Hanchen could hardly resist coughing as he stepped ashore. He pulled his cloth over his nose and mouth, carefully avoiding a severed limb still twitching on the ground.
The group tried to tread lightly toward the main street. The silence following the recent fight felt eerily out of place, even the rustling of leaves in the wind was strikingly audible.
Suddenly, a crisp popping sound rang out. Shao Hanchen, already jittery, startled in place. Seeing that it was merely a spark, he let out a breath of relief, hurried over to Su Junxin and gently tugged at the corner of her sleeve.
"Xiaosu, we——"
"Shh——" Before he could finish, Su Junxin's hand was over his mouth. "Something's moving!"
Shao Hanchen swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously.
