The apocalypse is coming, and the virus is tearing apart civilization. Cen Ye personally buries the seriously injured Lu Zhao in the rubble, just to protect her from the gnawing of corpses. Seven days later, he heard her heartbeat in the collapsed underground clinic - weak, but firm. She did not die, but instead grew new tissue from the rotting flesh. She could understand the language of the corpses and control the festering limbs. Cen Ye clenched the bloody wrench and asked her if she was still human. Lu Zhao raised his ulcerated palm and gently pressed it on his chest: "When you buried me, your heartbeat was much faster than it is now, Cen Ye."
