Muchen's fingers were tight on the handlebars, knuckles pale, arms trembling from exhaustion. The bike roared beneath them, weaving through abandoned wreckage and infected bodies that stumbled out, each one he barely avoided by inches.
They were nearing the tunnel that led to City X—their last hope of finding a safe zone, or at least a place to rest. But Muchen's vision was beginning to blur from the strain, and the weight of Yunfeng slumped against his back made every turn harder, every breath sharper.
"Hold on, just a little more..." he muttered, not sure if he was saying it for Yunfeng or himself.
Behind him, Yunfeng barely stirred. His arms had long loosened from around Muchen's waist. His breath came in shallow bursts, and the heat radiating off him was scalding.
Muchen hadn't dared to stop— there were too many zombies behind and too many in front.
But then—came a sound.
A snarl sharper than the rest.
Something fast was moving towards them.
