On the night the blood moon rose, her boyfriend was bitten. He turned away and lured the horde off, trading his life for her escape.
She survived and built a city atop the ruins.
She took in refugees, made rules, rationed supplies, and personally executed traitors. Gray-white markings spread from her fingertips across half her face. Standing atop the city wall with her domain blazing, she refused to take a single step back.
Everyone called her a bleeding heart, a hypocrite, a softhearted woman. They said she would get them all killed sooner or later.
But when the zombie horde surrounded the city, food ran out, and all hope of reinforcements vanished, just as she was about to fall...
The Corpse Emperor sleeping underground sent an army from the heavens.
Eight million zombies in Guangcheng's central district fought for her.
On the day the Rending Claws laid waste to the city, a hand descended from the sky and crushed them into the earth.
At last, everyone understood:
She had never been a bleeding heart.
