"Heh..."

Panting heavily, Mo Shuwan pounded her trembling legs, used the watermelon knife to support herself as she struggled to her feet, and staggered over. She didn't act rashly. Instead, she waited until Wen Zuo had subdued the special zombie, then suddenly slashed at its ankle. Panting again, she quickly retreated to the corner, looking for another opportunity.

"roar!"

The special zombie, caught off guard by the blow, became enraged, and Mo Shuwan became its target.

Upon instantly noticing the special zombie's intentions, Wen Zuo disregarded his own safety and immediately grabbed the special zombie with both hands, letting out a low, indistinct growl. He wanted Mo Shuwan to leave.

Mo Shuwan was stunned for a moment when the special zombie suddenly turned its target on her. Before she could react, tears blurred her vision as the zombie's hand pierced through Wen's left arm. "I'll kill you!"

With a choked roar, Mo Shuwan rushed forward with a watermelon knife in hand. With Wen Zuo's desperate cooperation, she chopped off the head of the special zombie with one stroke. But Mo Shuwan felt no joy. The watermelon knife fell to the ground with a thud, and she looked at Wen Zuo, who was holding her arm, with trembling body.

Just now, in order to ensure that Mo Shuwan's attack would be foolproof, Wen Zuo used his own arm to stabilize the head of the special zombie at the last moment, so what was cut off along with it was half of his hand.

Cold sweat dripped down Wen's left forehead. He tried his best to hide his pain, pushed Mo Shuwan in front of the ladder, and made a walking gesture with trembling hands.

Mo Shuwan seemed to wake from a dream, wiping away her tears as she said, "As long as we rush back now, the bus can definitely save you."

After Mo Shuwan finished speaking, she gave up her seat and pushed Wen Zuo's body, trying to get him to climb up. Feeling his resistance, she sobbed and growled, "Don't be stubborn, hurry up and get up. I won't leave if you don't."

This threat was indeed more effective than any persuasion. Wen Zuo was afraid that he would turn into a zombie and lose even his last bit of clarity. He hurriedly climbed up with his only remaining hand without uttering a sound. However, Mo Shuwan, whose face was covered with blood dripping from his arm, was heartbroken and couldn't breathe.

Unexpectedly, there were no zombies outside. Mo Shuwan saw a mangled half-corpse not far away. It was likely that the special zombie that had been feeding here had heard her voice and discovered them.

After figuring it out, Mo Shuwan wished she could just kill herself.

But now is not the time for self-blame. She must get back to the bus with Wen Zuo as soon as possible. Only by getting back to the bus can Wen Zuo be saved. Moreover, she had a vague premonition that if they did not get back to the bus, staying here would definitely not end well.

Mo Shuwan was determined to take Wen Zuo back to the bus, and Wen Zuo was determined to protect Mo Shuwan for a while longer while she was still sober. With this tacit understanding, the two moved very fast, but no matter how fast they moved, they couldn't keep up with the spread of the zombie virus.

Wen Zuo suddenly stopped, his face, which had been completely drained of color, now covered in a layer of gray. He looked at Mo Shuwan with complex emotions in his eyes, and he had so much to say, but Wen Zuo knew that he no longer had the chance.

He reached out and nudged Mo Shuwan, silently uttering a single word: "Go."

"You come with me."

Wen Zuo shook his head and showed Mo Shuwan his blackened fingernails. As the pain in his severed arm gradually subsided, Wen Zuo took one last look at Mo Shuwan, then turned and ran frantically back the way he came. He was about to become a zombie and couldn't stay. He was afraid that he would become a zombie and hurt Mo Shuwan.

"Wen Zuo!"

Mo Shuwan was startled and took off chasing after him. Before she had run a few steps, she saw Wen Zuo, who had been running very fast just moments before, begin to stagger. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Shuwan rushed up and hugged Wen Zuo. She then immediately let go of him, ran to the side, cut some wild grass, tied Wen Zuo's hands behind his back, and said in a sobbing voice, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you back right now."

Her response was a low growl.

Wen Zuo... has been completely transformed into a zombie by the virus.

Mo Shuwan seemed not to hear the low growl that represented a zombie at all. She stuffed a piece of clothing into Wen Zuo's mouth, squeezed Wen Zuo between her back and the backpack, gritted her teeth, and walked step by step toward the direction of the bus.

It was already difficult for Mo Shuwan to carry Wen Zuo when he was normal, let alone now that he had become a zombie and was still struggling. After walking only a short distance, he had to stop and rest for a while due to exhaustion.

As time passed, Mo Shuwan's sense of crisis grew stronger. Tears and sweat made her lose her sense of direction, and she could only keep going by instinct.

"Heh...heh..."

Having reached her physical limit, Mo Shuwan smiled wryly and whispered, "Don't struggle anymore, or I'll abandon you."

Her response was only an even more intense struggle.

Mo Shuwan suddenly felt something brush against her neck. She instinctively turned her head to look, but before she could see what it was, a tearing pain shot through her shoulder. Now she knew what it was without even looking.

The clothes stuffed in Wen Zuo's mouth disappeared, and he himself was bitten.

The intense pain caused Mo Shuwan to stagger and groan in agony, but she did not react otherwise. Instead, while she was still conscious and able to move, she dragged the tall Wen Zuo forward in a stumbling manner.

Having found 'food', Wen Zuo, who had already turned into a zombie, became obedient and even followed Mo Shuwan's foot on his own.

Zhan Fei, who was guarding the bus door, cautiously observed his surroundings. After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and slumped to the ground.

"I never imagined I'd be the only one to survive and return here." This statement carries a mixture of bitterness and schadenfreude, implying, "Only I am the strongest."

In this world where zombies eat people and people eat people, those who survive are no longer the same people they once were.

With a strange excitement, Zhan Fei finally saw the bus doors open. He immediately stood up, but before he could even get on, he saw a figure swaying and approaching in the distance. "A zombie?"

Zhan Fei stopped, looked back at the bus whose door was already open, gritted his teeth, drew the dagger from his waist, and decided to kill the zombie. Although he had never experienced it before, since it was a side quest, the more he killed, the better.

Thinking he could easily handle a zombie, Zhan Fei charged forward with his dagger, but when he saw the true face of the 'zombie', he gasped in shock.

"Mo Shuwan?!" He quickly exclaimed again, "Wen Zuo!"

Zhan Fei was stunned.

Mo Shuwan, who could barely see ahead, looked up and saw Zhan Fei. She quickly looked down again, using a watermelon knife to support her body, and carried Wen Zuo step by step towards the bus with difficulty, leaving a long trail of blood behind her.