After a zombie scratched him, Zhou Cheng'an called his parents, then contacted the girl he had always liked but never dared to bother. He sat at home and waited to die.
When he woke up, the wound had healed.
Later, he discovered that every zombie he killed with his own hands made him a little stronger.
And zombies were the one thing this city had in abundance.
A Tang sword that had just arrived and hadn't even been sharpened gave him the courage to leave home. From the corridor outside his door, to the entire apartment building, then to the streets beyond the residential compound, he killed as he went, carrying rice and flour back home and rescuing the living from behind their doors.
One after another, the tightly shut doors opened, and more and more people joined him.
But on the other side of the city was someone else he wanted to bring back.
A journey of dozens of kilometers would normally be just one subway ride.
This time, he'd have to make it there with a sword in his hand.
The author is not suitable for writing a book, it feels like keeping a running account...😓
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