So when Wen Zuo turned to look at Mo Shuwan as before, he found that she was gone. He quickly stood up and ran to the spot where Mo Shuwan had been standing. He anxiously circled around the spot before finally seeing Mo Shuwan bent over, supporting herself with a watermelon knife on the ground, vomiting violently.

Wen Zuo quickly walked over and patted Mo Shuwan's back tenderly.

Mo Shuwan was startled and almost swung the watermelon knife at him, but she noticed the strap that had fallen off the backpack and realized it was Wen Zuo, so she suppressed her urge to kill him.

Wen Zuo quickly took out bottled water from his bag for Mo Shuwan to rinse her mouth, while also regretting that he had forgotten to exchange for tissues.

A group of people were crying, vomiting, and dizzy, looking extremely disheveled.

Such a commotion was enough to attract all the zombies in the vicinity, but obviously no one realized that the commotion was too big.

Mo Shuwan was pale as she handed the water to Wen Zuo, her voice hoarse, "I changed the water three times. Help yourself if you're thirsty."

Wen Zuo didn't respond. He just looked at the half-empty bottle of water that Mo Shuwan had drunk from with regretful eyes, and put the water back with a hint of reluctance. Although he knew that she had seen the miserable state of the passengers just now, Wen Zuo still didn't want her to see it a second time, and always kept it out of her sight.

"Thank you." Mo Shuwan fully understood Wen Zuo's kindness. She had considered many scenarios, but she never expected it to be so bloody. Fear and nausea overwhelmed her at the same time. The more she vomited, the more terrified she felt.

But now, facing Wen Zuo's worried gaze, Mo Shuwan could still manage a forced but genuine smile, "It's something I'll have to face sooner or later. It's better to be sad and scared than to die."

Wen Zuo lowered his head, concealing the deep heartache in his eyes. He repeatedly deleted a few words of comfort from his phone, but what he ultimately expressed had nothing to do with what he truly felt.

—I'm going to find a place to bury him quickly. Wait for me.

Mo Shuwan paused slightly, then smiled with a complicated expression, "Go ahead."

Wen Zuo was still a little worried. Before turning around, he first observed the distance between the zombies and the bus. After finding that the distance was enough for him to give the passengers a simple burial and return to Mo Shuwan, he turned around and returned to the passengers with peace of mind.

The passenger had already died. Wen Zuo sighed silently, carefully put the passenger's intestines, which had spilled all over the ground, back into his stomach, lifted the passenger's arms, and dragged him to a place near the weeds.

Mo Shuwan forced herself not to look away, but seeing the passengers' miserable state, her legs still trembled uncontrollably. She slowly squatted down, her face as pale as paper, and looked at Wen Zuo, who was quickly pulling up weeds.

Time passed slowly, and the zombies drew closer and closer; the passengers could even hear their low growls.

"Help! What should we do?!"

"Kill...kill the zombies! Didn't someone just exchange for a gun? Quick, give it a few shots!"

Soon, a voice, trembling with tears, rang out from the crowd, "I...I don't know how to shoot!"

The crying immediately grew louder.

With her back to the passengers, Mo Shuwan tilted her head, shifting her gaze from Wen Zuo to the passenger he had placed behind her. Suppressing her nausea, she looked closely and was shocked to discover that the passenger's hand had actually moved? Had she seen that right?

She suddenly stood up and took a few steps forward. In that instant, she watched as the passenger, who had just been dead, roared and got up from the ground, his blackened fingernails reaching for Wen Zuo.

Mo Shuwan was stunned for a moment. She wanted to shout to warn Wen Zuo, but for some reason, it was as if there was a wad of cotton stuck in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound. Just as those black fingernails were about to touch Wen Zuo, her mind went blank for a moment, and she subconsciously raised her foot and rushed over.

But she was in such a hurry that she tripped over the weeds on the ground, and her nose was red from the pain. "Wen Zuo, be careful!" Perhaps stimulated by the pain, she was finally able to make a sound from her throat that had been blocked.

Wen Zuo reacted quickly. As soon as Mo Shuwan's reminder came, he rolled forward to dodge the attack from the passenger who had turned into a zombie. He quickly drew his gun, but stopped just before pulling the trigger. Instead, he kicked the zombie passenger in the knee.

After kicking the passenger who had turned into a zombie over, with his knee pressing against the passenger's back, Wen Zuo immediately grabbed some weeds and tied them around the passenger's two constantly waving arms. Only after doing all this did he turn around and wave to Mo Shuwan.

Seeing this, Mo Shuwan, who had just gotten up from the ground, had no choice but to rush over despite feeling nauseous and looking rather unwell. She thought Wen Zuo wanted to use the watermelon knife in her hand, but when she handed it over, Wen Zuo shook his head and pointed at her, then at the zombie that was still making low growls and writhing.

Mo Shuwan looked shocked. "You want me to kill him?"

Wen Zuo nodded, then grabbed a handful of waist-high weeds and used them to tie up the passenger who had managed to break free. He then took out his phone and quickly typed.

Killing zombies is the mission.

"No...no..." Mo Shuwan shook her head, her face pale.

Seeing that she was swaying and about to collapse, Wen Zuo hesitated for a moment, then stopped insisting on his idea, took the watermelon knife from Mo Shuwan's hand, and dealt with the passenger who had turned into a zombie.

The other zombies attracted by the sound were getting closer and closer. If they didn't leave soon, they would have to fight the zombies. However, apart from Wen Zuo, no one dared to face the zombies head-on.

Wen Zuo also didn't want to waste bullets at this time.

He wrote his thoughts on his phone's notes, grabbed Mo Shuwan's wrist, and jogged towards the front of the bus while showing her his phone.

—Call the passengers to come with us.

Mo Shuwan staggered and passively followed Wen Zuo's jog. She had to look at the words on her phone screen several times before she could see them clearly. She barely mustered her strength and, as Wen Zuo led her through the crowd and ran along the highway, she turned around and shouted to follow. Although her voice wasn't loud, all the passengers had placed their hopes on them, and seeing them run, they naturally followed suit. There was no need for her to shout.

These zombies were not agile and were slow. Under the influence of fear, all the passengers ran wildly along the highway for a while and then managed to shake off the zombies. Wen Zuo, who had been carrying Mo Shuwan all the way without realizing it, stopped panting after confirming that there were no zombies around. He quickly put Mo Shuwan down, who was pale from being jostled around and was covering her mouth to control her nausea.

His eyes were full of helplessness. He quickly took out water from his bag and gave it to Mo Shuwan. Seeing that her complexion had improved slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

—I can't stay home too much.

Mo Shuwan's face was almost bloodless. When she saw Wen Zuo's words, she didn't doubt whether he knew her or not. After all, she was the one who almost fainted while running just now, and it was obvious that she lacked exercise. "Thank you."

Several other passengers were in a similar situation to Mo Shuwan. After the bus stopped, they all collapsed to the ground, wishing they could just fall asleep right there.

I'm so tired, it's so painful.

The brief escape from the clutches of zombies did not bring them much joy. The harsh reality had made them realize how dangerous it was here, and they would have to stay in this hellish place for a whole month.