August 21st.
Juzi Island head.
The acid rain was drizzling down.
If the night is an invisible, intangible devil, then the Zombies are the devils before our eyes, visible and tangible.
Ever since the volcanic eruption, it only took a few days before the Zombies began to arrive.
The refugee camp in South District still lacked any human voices.
And the situation in North District wasn't much better.
Old Sun had been bitten by a Zombie the previous night due to consecutive days of battling with Zombies, compounded with severe lack of sleep, resulting in a moment's carelessness.
Without any hesitation, Hai Chao directly pushed him into the midst of the Zombie Tide, where he was devoured.
These days, the Zombies that were killed and whose skulls were pierced would fall and be torn and devoured by surrounding Zombies.
A team of over three hundred had dwindled to just two hundred thirty after three days and nights of fighting Zombies.
