Half an hour later, two black garbage bags were put on the feet of the zombie in the suit.
"Hehe--"
The beastly roar in his throat became somewhat lighter.
The zombie man in the suit, with plastic gloves on his rotting hands and black garbage bags under his feet, straddled a black motorcycle.
quiet--
Five minutes later.
A look of surprise appeared on the zombie's rotting face.
Why does the boss get in the car and it moves away, but the other one just sits still?
The zombie man in the suit sat motionless on the motorcycle, which remained completely still, with the brakes still on.
After sitting there for ten minutes, the zombie in the suit finally got out of the car.
It felt that the boss's motorcycle had a problem with it.
It will leave when its owner sits down.
When it sits, the car remains motionless.
"Roar—"
The zombie in the suit roared angrily at the cool motorcycle twice, and even seemed to have the urge to rush up and bite it.
But it held back.
This belongs to the boss.
If you bite, you'll be beaten to death.
A sigh escaped from the throat that had emitted the howl of a wild beast.
The zombie in the suit squatted down blankly, extending his rotting fingers to grip the motorcycle tightly.
With a slight effort, he steadily lifted the motorcycle onto his back.
The heavy motorcycle pressed tightly against its rotting neck, seemingly oblivious to the piece of decaying flesh that had been scraped off by the motorcycle.
Crunch crunch~
The zombie in the suit made a creaking sound from its bones.
They were probably overwhelmed.
But the zombie in the suit still showed no sign of pain on his blank face.
It cannot feel pain.
With heavy steps, the zombie in the suit walked step by step toward their lair in the opposite direction from where the electric scooter had left.
Take it one step at a time.
The zombie in the suit gripped the motorcycle tightly with his rotting fingers, as if carrying his most precious possession.
Along the way, they occasionally encountered other zombies.
When the other zombies saw the male zombie in the suit approaching, they all avoided him in fear.
They can instantly distinguish which is a high-level zombie.
Fortunately, those little cuties weren't very bright, so no one laughed at the zombie man in a suit carrying a motorcycle.
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