Haisong City.
"The eighth city."
Lin Fan looked at the city laid waste by zombies before him, feeling a deep sense of helplessness. The city once was so beautiful, the skyscrapers were awe-inspiring, but now the buildings are tattered and weathered, the walls severely corroded, and even covered in various greenery, constructing a post-apocalyptic desolation right before his eyes.
"Huff huff"
"Huff huff"
The zombies staggered down the street, their low growls unnerving to hear. If any survivor found themselves in this city, the sight around them would certainly frighten them pale, not a single drop of blood left in their face.
"Hey, how are you all doing?"
Standing atop a high building, Lin Fan shouted downwards.
The zombies who heard the voice paused momentarily, then turned towards the source. Upon seeing the human standing on the rooftop, they became enraged, howling and surging towards Lin Fan's building like mad dogs.
The zombies swarmed in overwhelming numbers.
