"Bro, why are there no zombies here at all?" The survivor in the passenger seat looked around, finding the place very peaceful—apart from seeing zombie corpses scattered all over, there wasn't a single living zombie in sight.
It felt incredibly unbelievable.
Considering the situations they had encountered, it was truly terrifying. Zombies chased like mad dogs, pouncing on people and frantically biting them in a bloody, horrific scene.
Bro: "You ask me, who do I ask? Hey, there's someone ahead, a survivor. Let's ask him about the situation."
They originally had a group of about a dozen survivors with a relatively safe shelter.
But shelters without rules often had issues.
There was a leader among them in the shelter, a middle-aged man who, having a modified shotgun, acted very arrogantly. He always let others go out on supply searches, and when it came to sharing resources, he gave himself the largest portion, which had already caused discontent among the other shelter residents.