The dust of the Gobi sprinkled down upon the highway, and roads that had not seen a vehicle pass for a long time had grown somewhat grey and murky. Tao Yu could leave footprints just by stepping on them.
Following the highway towards the direction of the city, one could see several gaunt zombies in the middle of the road.
The handful of zombies wandered the highway at a considerably slow pace.
"Still able to move after seven months without food, what kind of version is this?"
After strapping the assault rifle on his back, holding the MP5-style gun at his waist with his left hand, Tao Yu's right hand was already gripping the crook-bladed knife.
As he drew closer, one of the withered zombies seemed to have noticed Tao Yu, sniffing the air and heading in his direction.
"Smell?"
Tao Yu raised an eyebrow and casually slapped the abandoned sedan next to him with the crook-bladed knife, producing a clang.
