Chapter 144: Yes, We Gave Our Love to The Wrong Person

"Are there any survivors still alive?"

The sounds didn't seem like those made by zombies on the move, but rather like someone was active. Curious about this, he secured the crystal and headed in that direction.

At this moment,

on a street,

there were scattered zombie corpses.

These zombies hadn't been crushed to death by vehicles; their heads were chopped off, and some had bullet holes in their foreheads, as if pierced by bullets.

There were three survivors.

Two men and one woman.

A burly middle-aged man was holding a shield.

A young man with short hair wielded a straight blade.

Then there was a young woman, holding a gun.

At this time, they faced a Powerful Zombie.

As the Powerful Zombie charged violently, the middle-aged man stood firm with his shield, bracing his legs, unmovable. Then, the young man with the short hair swung his straight blade and chopped off the Powerful Zombie's arm.