On the morning the apocalypse began, Chen Mo was still teaching driving lesson two.
His student, Old Zhao, backed into a trash can. Just as Chen Mo was about to get angry, screams came from outside the car window.
Zhang, who ran the driving school's convenience shop, was hunched over the gate guard, Old Sun, biting into his neck.
The infected!
Chen Mo awakened a talent, F-rank, the worst there was.
While others used their powers to kill zombies, he drove a Cherokee that had been abandoned for three years straight through the undead horde, scavenging parts, replacing the engine, and welding on armor.
He turned the beat-up Jeep into an armored six-cylinder diesel battle wagon. His team consisted of two people, plus a mutated German Shepherd who could roll its eyes at them in disdain.
Crystals were found in the brains of zombies, and eating them made you stronger. The farther you traveled, the more terrifying the infected became. No one knew how far away the northern frontier was.
Stay alive, fix cars, head north.
