Zhou Tao, who was just about to leave, suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
He was already in a bad mood.
Ever since they left the mall two days ago, they had been on tenterhooks almost every moment, terrified that they might be bitten and have their throats torn out by zombies in their sleep.
The woman in the car had become an outlet for several men's frustrations, her body covered in wounds and residual fluid.
But even this was far from enough.
The despair for the future was like an ever-growing boulder, pressing on their hearts, becoming heavier as time passed.
This nearly suffocating pressure made everyone's desire to vent even stronger.
"Kid, who are you trying to scare?"
"I, for one—"
A man in his thirties, wearing a shirt, was the first to lose his patience.
He turned around, intending to curse someone, but his pupils shrank violently the moment he turned his head, and he quickly swallowed back the foul language that reached his lips.
