The door opened.
A woman opened the door, her face made up—wait, why was she wearing makeup?
"Hello," Lin Fan said with a smile.
"Come in."
Upon entering the house, Lin Fan slightly furrowed his brow; there was an odor in the air, a scent that seemed like blood. Moreover, he noticed the sounds of low, guttural growls from zombies behind the tightly closed doors.
"Why are you holding a mirror up to me? Is there something you need?"
He observed the woman, dressed in a thin nightgown; overall, there was something inexplicably strange about her. There were definitely zombies in the house, yet this female survivor behaved so nonchalantly, exuding an indescribable air of seductiveness.
"I'm very afraid," the woman said, wanting to move closer to Lin Fan, to cry in his embrace.
But as she approached, Lin Fan pushed her away.
"Please have some self-respect. What is it you want to talk about?"