Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The charging zombies kept falling down; dealing with these ordinary zombies, firearms were more than enough.
"Die, die, die."
A young man with a long scar on his face angrily pulled the trigger, bullets pouring out, venting all the anger from his heart.
He was called Xiao Liu, in his twenties, living a happy life during peacetime, with his parents alive, and a pregnant wife, their child due in a few months.
But who could have imagined the apocalypse would take everything from him?
He was truly filled with hate, yet helpless, thinking of fighting the zombies desperately, the zombies were too terrifying, a sense of powerlessness engulfed him, how he wished such a thing had never happened.
With the arrival of zombies now.
He could only rely on the firearms in his hands to kill zombies.
"It's all your fault, if it weren't for you, my family wouldn't have been broken, my parents, my wife, and my unborn child would've been fine."
