The flight attendant, Xu Lu, who once despised him yet defended him just a few moments ago, pounced in front of Zhao Jingye, who was replacing his bullet chain, blocking an attack from a hunter zombie. When the bald man swiftly knocked the zombie off the bus, its claws were buried deep in Xu Lu's chest, causing her to tumble onto the highway with it.
"Zhao Jingye, I..." Her confession was abruptly halted as a group of hunter zombies surrounded her and began to tear her apart, enveloping the bright blue sky in a shade of dread.
"Xu Lu." Zhao Jingye screamed at the top of his lungs, remembering the comforting smile that Xu Lu had given him the moment she fell off the bus for his safety. At that moment, he felt like he had lost something precious, something he once deemed worthless and discardable...
Zhao Jingye felt something trickle down his face, cold and salty. Upon tasting it, he realized they were tears.
