I heard the roar of the zombies, just three meters away.
No, not one.
It's a wave of corpses.
When the entire wall collapsed, I saw with my own eyes that Old Zhao was dragged into the group of corpses. His screams were drowned out by the sound of gnawing before they could even reach the halfway point. The base is finished. Two thousand three hundred living people were all destroyed in one night.
My consciousness began to blur, and the sky in my vision was gray, as if it was covered with a layer of dead skin. I remember that there was an undelivered Malatang in the takeout box. It was completely cold and there was a layer of white fat floating on the surface of the soup.
"Fuck." I cursed, my voice so hoarse that I couldn't hear it clearly.
At this moment, a mechanical sound exploded in my ears, making my temples jump.
"Ding! The apocalyptic takeaway system is loaded successfully."
I thought I was hallucinating. He suffered severe blood loss, lack of oxygen, his head was smashed, and it was normal to have auditory hallucinations before death.
"The host's vital signs are detected to be weak. Do you confirm the binding?"
