Torning pain surged from his limbs into his brain, as if countless pairs of greedy hands exuding a rotting stench were tearing his flesh and blood from his bones alive.
"Ahhhh——!"
Lin Ye couldn't make a sound, only the wail deep in his soul echoed in the darkness. He opened his eyes in despair, looking at the hideously twisted faces of the "infected bodies" with pus and blood flowing across them. They were biting his body crazily, sharing this long-awaited "feast of flesh and blood."
In severe pain, his eyes passed through the crowded corpses and settled on a figure behind the crowd.
It was a tall man wearing a black combat uniform, looking at him indifferently and condescendingly.
Zhao Hao!
His most trusted "brother"!
Lin Ye's pupils suddenly shrank. The pain was deeper than being bitten, it was the betrayal from the soul.
At the end of ten years, he was like a dog. In order to protect this brother and keep him alive, he starved, suffered from cold, and risked his life to find supplies. But what did you get in exchange?
Just because of the last box of top-quality beef cans in the underground warehouse, Zhao Hao stabbed him in the back without hesitation, pushing his seriously injured body into an endless tide of corpses!
"I'm sorry, Lin Ye." Zhao Hao's voice was emotionless, as if he was talking about today's weather. "In the end of the world, brothers are the most worthless things. This box of cans will allow my team to last an extra month. Thank you... For your final contribution to my dominance."
Lin Ye's consciousness slowly sank in the boundless darkness and resentment. His last thought was that he wanted to cramp Zhao Hao's muscles, peel off his bones, and send him to the eighteenth level of hell!
