Warm house

“Mr. Zhang, it is said that you often make zombies work overtime without pay, is that true?”
Zhang Ye, enraged, snatched the microphone that was pushed to his mouth and said righteously:
“Who said that?”
“I'll sue them for defamation!”
“Someone's defaming me, you know!”
As he spoke, he turned and grabbed a zombie, “Did I force you?”
The zombie, silent, just went “Ugh ahhhh—”
Zhang Ye immediately said, “See! He said no!”
The next morning, the headlines of the Sanjiang Apocalypse Morning Post read:
Zhang's Group Chairman, Zhang Ye, not only admitted to making zombies work overtime, but he also abused a zombie in front of reporters, truly a man without conscience! Our newspaper expresses strong disdain for such a person!
This book is also called “Who Let You Bring Zombies into the Factory”

You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

The woman desparately reciprocated the movements of the man on top of her, but suddenly noticed the breathing sounds by her ear were strangely abnormal.


It was like a broken bellows, frantically gasping for air.


One drop, two drops, until a stream of warm liquid completely gathered.


The overwhelming stench of fishiness finally became unbearable for the woman, who forced her eyes open only to see her whole field of vision was awash with blood.


The man's eyeballs were filled with bloodshot veins, wriggling like worms.


Blood was flowing from his nose and mouth.


The woman let out a piercing scream at the sight.


It was the scream that shattered the last bit of sanity in the man's mind.


The agony, conflict, and fear on his face vanished in an instant.


In their place emerged a nearly distorted madness, making his suddenly gaunt features all the more terrifying.


Chapter 78: Walking Dead Everywhere