Forty girls in the class were crowded into a zombie-infested bus. As the last boy, I held the steering wheel. The fragrant wind surrounds them, but no one has the fighting spirit. Turning off the flames every day to survive, fighting for resources, it's not that I don't want to show mercy, but when zombies attack, why do you suddenly confess to me? Sign in to awaken to S level, and the wheels run over the mourner. On a snowstorm night, with a blood moon in the sky, dozens of pairs of eyes looked at my back. This apocalyptic bus carried the hope of the whole class. I said, sit tight and watch me take you through this apocalypse!
