A moment later, the humans' screams vanished completely, leaving only the sound of zombies gnawing flesh. A few crows pecked at scraps of meat amid the ruins.
It was nearing dusk. The blood-red setting sun cast its light over the scene, creating a grotesque tableau.
After the bloody feast ended, the zombie horde dispersed, each returning to its post.
Lin Dong did not go home. Instead, he wandered around the edge of his territory, with Tank following behind him and several crows circling overhead. It looked rather like a leader inspecting his domain.
Tank prayed inwardly that no humans—or any other living creatures—would suddenly pop up at a time like this.
As they walked onward, the roaring sound of flowing water came from the distance. Lin Dong arrived at the bank of a river, its endless waters surging onward like a giant python charging ahead.
Jiangbei City's name came from this very river.
Before the apocalypse, this had been a gathering place for people after meals. Young couples came here for dates and walks, aunties danced in the square, and old men even cruised along the riverside in their little mobility scooters...
What had once been lively was now deathly silent. Aside from chilling bloodstains, there were only decayed bones.
Beneath the sunset's reflection, the river shimmered with rippling light, except it now carried a tint of dark red. Floating corpses and severed limbs often drifted past on its surface.
On the other side of the river, several zombies wandered about. Though separated by hundreds of meters, they spotted Lin Dong and let out savage roars from afar.
Their roars echoed across the river for a long while.
That side was no longer Lin Dong's territory.
"Hey, I've got a temper too..." Tank was furious at the sight of those