Quiet streets.
At a glance, the bodies of zombies were everywhere.
The gentle morning sunlight shone down, bathing the street. Qi Sheng stared, lost in a trance for a long time, the scenes before him crashing into his heart like waves.
The zombies' mangled bodies were grotesque, terrifying, and bloody.
"The Sunshine District of hope," Zhu Ming spoke of this place, "but why does it look like this? What happened last night?" Qi Sheng mumbled to himself.
He had come here full of hope, unwilling to see that hope shattered.
Glancing back at the two sleeping children, he smiled. These were the people he would fight to protect, even if it meant sacrificing himself without a second thought.
"If I go now to ask for their shelter, will they take us in?"
Qi Sheng thought to himself.
He shook his head.
No, they definitely wouldn't take us in.
Now was the apocalypse, and those who couldn't contribute to a survivor's group were unlikely to be recognized or sheltered by anyone.
