A group of people set out fully prepared. Their vehicles slowly drove out of the residential building and onto the streets. Zhou Shuli and his trusted men sat in the best Hummer, while the others were spread across different vehicles. From the back of one pickup truck hung an iron hook with a long rope tied to it, and a person was bound to the rope.
That person was Zhang Caixuan.
Her hands and feet were tightly bound. Just as Zhou Shuli had said, her lips had been torn open from the middle to the roots of her ears. Blood dripped from her mouth, leaving a trail behind her.
"Aah—"
Zhang Caixuan screamed. Her torn lips made her voice sound strange, and on streets inhabited only by zombies, it was especially terrifying.
Tears streamed from her eyes as she desperately shook her head and begged the men in the truck ahead of her. Her words were slurred and unclear, but no one paid her any attention.
The vehicles ahead maintained their speed and moved forward steadily. The pickup dragging Zhang Caixuan headed in a different direction from the others, taking the lead as it slowly circled through the streets, ignoring the woman's agonized screams from behind.
Drawn by the scent of blood and the sound of a human voice, zombies began gathering one after another. They staggered after the pickup, growing more numerous until nearly every zombie on the streets had come.
Zhou Shuli watched from the distant Hummer. Since he rarely dealt with zombies face-to-face, his scalp tingled with fear. Zhang Caixuan had been right—he was cowardly, but his ambition was enormous.
A trace of viciousness appeared on his fleshy face as he spat hard onto the ground beside him.
*So what if I'm a coward? There's no need