He wasn't just standing by the shore, zoning out.
With a fishing rod in hand, he leaned on the railing, quietly watching the ripples on the water.
As a novice in fishing, there were many techniques he didn't understand. He had heard that fishing required chumming the water, but to that, he could only say, "How would I know how to chum?"
In the past, he had watched videos where many men enjoyed fishing. They weren't just fishing for fish, but for the process, savoring the intellectual battle with the fish and the joy of a catch.
Now, as a beginner fisher, what he looked forward to most was actually catching a fish.
The sound of a car came from a distance. He saw a car speeding on a road afar, followed by a horde of zombies in pursuit.
The city was teeming with zombies.
They wouldn't stupidly stay put. When there was no prey, zombies wouldn't remain idle but would stagger forward. They might walk slowly, but they were highly mobile.
"There are so many survivors."
