After all the survivors on the street returned to their dwelling within the base, the male corpse that had been previously killed by Wen Yixian also disappeared.
It was a corpse, probably useless for some, but to those starving survivors, it was all meat! It could supplement their bodies significantly, allowing them to survive a little longer. Maybe, just maybe, hope would come during that extra bit of time.
"Get out of my way, this is mine!"
In a dimly lit room where the sunshine couldn't penetrate, a man, his face covered with scars and his age indiscernible, pushed away a few people in front of him. He crawled onto the table and grabbed one of the arms of the male corpse, then with a savage twist!
Crack! Crack!
The sound of dislocated joints echoed continuously. The scarred man twisted the corpse's arm again, bending and brutally tearing it off. The corpse suddenly lost an arm, and blood started to drip out of it.
