When Cha Xiaoer opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a sticky mess of blood.
Not her rental house filled with action figures, but a strange male body, wearing blood-stained overalls, surrounded by rotten screams and severed limbs.
Oh, my soul has passed through, and I am still the passer-by in the world of "The Walking Dead" who can't even be included in the cast list - Li.
There is no system, no superpowers, just the jokes and complaints that come from her twenty-year-old second-time veteran's mind.
While others were still screaming about what kind of monster this was, she touched her chin and analyzed the classic zombie template. Its movement speed was comparable to 2G loading, and its hatred range was wider than that of fans;
When her teammates were worried about supplies, she took out the standard three-piece starting set for the protagonist of the comic book, a fire ax, half a bottle of mineral water, and a sticky note with hard work written on it;
When the team was in dire straits, she stood on the roof of the car and raised her arms and shouted: "Gentlemen, our goal is to chop these world-shattering zombies into secondary materials!"
Now, Li stood on the horizon of the surging corpses, with his growing team behind him. She wiped the blood on her face and grinned with white teeth: "Follow me, and you are just like me waiting for updates. Next stop - kill the BOSS of this apocalypse!"
