Countless shadows flitted through the night.
The occasional screams only made the surrounding air even colder.
Although Big Beard was excited, he did not directly charge forward with Hou Shubin. Instead, after passing a street corner, he crouched low and hid behind a van.
There was a large hole in the van's window, and the sound of tiny glass shards crunching underfoot echoed.
He hurriedly shuffled to the side.
"What's the situation?"
Hou Shubin, who had caught up, asked in a whisper.
He hadn't seen anyone, but the sounds near his ears had clearly gotten much closer.
Big Beard didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the store across the street, his instinct telling him the sounds were coming from there.
Behind the two were two zombies, also maintaining a prone position with practiced movements.
At a glance, it was impossible to distinguish who was alive and who was a zombie.
