Tang Ye was a person who was rather superstitious, somewhat interested in dream interpretation. When he woke up that morning, he found himself mulling over the strange dream he'd had, trying to figure out its symbolism.
The atmosphere in the dream was so oppressive. Tang Ye strained to remember what he'd lost in it that had caused him such heart-wrenching grief?
"What significant could I have lost?" He chuckled mockingly at himself. He was alone in the world now, not to mention a feared zombie. Maybe he had an adopted sister, Chu Yunxuan, but even before the post-apocalyptic outbreak, they had been drifting apart. Now, whether he lived or died probably meant nothing to her.
Tang Ye set aside the gun he had been carrying behind him, looking ahead at an autumnal poplar tree. Countless zombies aimlessly wandered about, while Zheng Minghui, up on the building, stared in fascination at the rifle Tang Ye had just put down.
