The corpse was that of a female office worker, dressed in a light blue pencil skirt and a blazer. Her clothes were now splotched with mottled bloodstains from being torn and bitten.
A young man who appeared to be a food delivery person, wearing a uniform and a helmet, was gnawing at her. Hearing the noise at the mouth of the alley, he turned his head.
A face smeared with blood came into everyone's view.
"Zombies?"
Quan Sangin's expression brightened. He hadn't expected to find one so quickly. According to the intelligence, it was the early stages of the virus outbreak, and at this time, there was a high probability that a killed zombie would drop a train ticket.
As the number of zombies increased, this probability would rapidly decrease.
Roar!
The delivery man let out a low growl from his throat, stood up, and immediately stumbled towards them. But he moved as if he had polio—uncoordinated and not very fast.
"I'll do it."
