The two mutants at the door looked up, smiling maliciously as they locked eyes with the three survivors on the rooftop.
"Look, they've spotted us."
"No shit, they're not blind. Of course they can see us."
"So, what should we do? Kick the door in or jump in?"
"Don't you think it'd be more satisfying to jump in, play the savior, let them believe, and then reveal the truth?"
"Savior, huh?"
"Yeah, Lin Fan from the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City has been playing the savior role all along. Pretending to be him seems fitting for us."
"What if they've seen the 'Zombie Album'?"
"Did you see their expressions? Shocked to see us, wondering why the surrounding zombies aren't attacking us. If they'd seen the 'Zombie Album,' would they have that look?"
"Makes sense."
In the post-apocalyptic world, there's little pleasure. All you see are zombies. Could zombies be amusing? Unless you're insane.
Things were progressing smoothly.
"Your name is Lin Fan?"
