"Mm..."
No one knew how long had passed. In a daze, Huang Tian woke up, still somewhat dizzy and bleary-eyed, his mind muddled.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The ceaseless impacts and faint screams still carried over, rising and falling—but they were no longer coming from his own door.
"Whew..."
Instinctively, he took a deep breath upon waking. The pungent sour stench made Huang Tian dizzy. Looking down at himself, he found his entire body coated in gray-black, sticky, rotten-smelling grime. His loose blue pajamas had turned gray-black, dried stiff against his body. At first glance, it looked like the symptoms of a severe skin disease.
"I didn't turn into a zombie? Or did I become a conscious zombie?"
Confirming that he was still at home and still conscious, Huang Tian struggled to rise like a man waking from a drunken stupor. He found that he was not as weak as he had imagined. He could clearly feel his strength steadily recovering, and within moments, he was as refreshed as usual, his whole body light and relaxed.
Looking out the window, although it was daytime, the sky seemed dark and heavy, with barely any warm light to be felt.
Looking down below, his vision was still sharp. He could clearly make out the skin of zombies a hundred meters away, and his sight reached as far as roughly five hundred meters.
It was still the miserable sight of the apocalypse...
Countless sedans, like scrapped vehicles, were crammed and jammed across the crisscrossing streets. Several cars were still smoking. Many had smashed through guardrails, lying across sidewalks or crashing into storefronts;
Shattered, gleaming glass fragments were scattered everywhere. All manner of ruined debris lay toppled in every direction. Streaks of blood had already congealed into dark red, while dried severed limbs and mutilated