Although they carried guns on their backs, they tried to use cold weapons whenever possible unless absolutely necessary.
Gunshots were too loud. The moment they used one, they would inevitably attract all the zombies from several nearby streets.
They would also have to face even more danger.
In a city crawling with zombies, using a gun might look impressive.
But dying would be just as impressive.
Song Cheng and Guan Jun led the way, while Jiang You had no intention of rushing to the front to build a safe zone for others.
After all, she was only a porter right now. Protecting herself was enough.
Da Zhuang returned to Jiang You's side and handed her the half a brain he was carrying in his mouth.
"Meow!"
Boss, this melon is ripe!
Jiang You looked down. Inside the half zombie brain, a crystal the size of a peanut was wrapped in flesh, with only one gleaming corner exposed.
She quickly dug out the crystal core and stuffed it into her pocket without caring whether it was dirty.
From behind, Zhang Tai only saw her rummaging through the zombie's brain. He hadn't seen the crystal core clearly and thought she had grabbed a lump of brain matter and stuffed it into her pocket. The corners of his mouth twitched in disgust.
"Yang Jiao, look. That woman grabbed a handful of brain matter and stuffed it into her pocket. She must have some psychological problem. Has she gone insane?"
Yang Jiao silently finished off the last zombie, then turned and said coldly,
"Of all of us who have survived until now, which one of us is normal?"
She glanced at the zombie corpses covering the ground, suppressed bloodlust in her eyes. "Normal people would have long ago been unable to endure this damned