The little high-level zombie was trying very hard to walk, but its tiny legs could only cover a distance of a dozen centimeters at a time. Its strange and twisted body looked as if it were being controlled by several people, and it was completely devoid of beauty.
It completely lacks the endearing clumsiness that a child should have.
The low-level zombie walked unsteadily, looking like it could fall at any moment.
The high-level zombies around it didn't urge it on, just quietly watched it.
Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...
It took it a full ten minutes to cover such a short distance.
Finally, it stopped in front of the base chief, tilted its little head up to look at the base chief, and suddenly a twisted smile appeared on its face.
If these were normal kindergarten children, their smiles at this moment would be innocent and pure.
But its body was covered in rotting flesh, its face was terrifying and hideous, and the rotting parts of its cheeks even revealed its black gums, it really did not have the innocent appearance that a child should have.
The child zombie's rotting fingers rummaged in his pockets, as if searching for something.
As it moved, much of the rotting flesh fell to the ground, revealing the stark white bones beneath.
The base commander looked at the little zombie with its face covered in rotting flesh, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Even someone as aloof as him couldn't help but sigh at the tragic end of the world when he saw the children like this.
If the little zombie's parents saw their child in this state, they would surely be unable to bear it!
"Hehe—"
The little zombie searching for something made a low, hoarse sound from its throat, with a hint of pleasure in its voice.
It's quite different from the cheers of a child who suddenly finds their favorite toy.
The base commander looked at the little zombie's rotting little hand, which was carefully holding an envelope.
The envelope was originally white, but after being in the little zombie's hand for a while, it turned pitch black, with a trace of rotting flesh still clinging to it.
The envelope also had three words written on it: "For Thor".
The three characters were crooked and looked like the messy handwriting of a free-spirited young man.
No one is called Thor.
However, everyone in the safe base knows that the base leader is a powerful lightning-type ability user, and some children say that the base leader is as powerful as the legendary Thor.
I suppose this letter is for him.
However, the rotting flesh was stuck tightly to the surface of the letter, and the base commander really didn't want to reach out and take it.
"Hehe—"
Seeing that the base chief hadn't taken the envelope, the little zombie carried it back towards him.
He was clearly getting impatient, baring his teeth at the base commander, revealing his rice-grain-sized black teeth from both his mouth and cheeks.
The base commander frowned, barely managing to grasp the part without rotting flesh, and took the letter.
The little zombie looked relieved when it saw the base chief accept the letter, then suddenly flashed a big smile at the base chief.
This smile is hardly pleasant; it's more likely to give you nightmares.
"Let's go back!"
The base commander's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't make a move against the small zombie who was only a little taller than his knees.
"Hehe--"
The little zombie's smile didn't fade; his mouth was stretched all the way to his ears, and one or two of his black teeth were missing.
Even if it's a zombie, it's just a kindergarten kid turned zombie. Compared to a group of adult zombies, it looks like a little kid!
The base commander's eyes dimmed slightly. Even someone as aloof as him hated the zombie virus that turned people into something neither human nor ghost.
The base commander was holding the envelope by one corner, just about to open it, when he suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye that the little zombie stretched out its sharp little claws and attacked his knee.
In summer, clothes are thin, so if he gets scratched by a zombie, he will definitely get infected with the zombie virus.
The base commander was in excellent physical condition; he almost reflexively took several steps back. The little zombie's claws scratched at the air twice but failed to grab any flesh or blood.
"roar--"
Seeing that its sneak attack had failed, the little zombie didn't even consider whether it could defeat the opponent. It charged straight at the base leader, its mouth open, ready to bite him.
The base commander suddenly reached out, grabbed the little zombie by the back of its collar, and with his strong arm, threw it into the zombie horde.
The small body fell into the horde of zombies, was swallowed up by the adult zombies, and disappeared in an instant.
All that could be heard from afar were the rather childish roars of the little zombies.
The little zombie seemed to be glued to the base leader. While the other zombies remained motionless, the small one made no attempt to stop and desperately lunged towards the base leader.
It was as if it was being commanded by a high-level zombie, targeting only the base commander's flesh and blood body.
To fight a losing battle with an egg.
When the little zombie pounced again, the base commander showed no mercy, and purple lightning struck the little zombie's brain directly.
Its tiny body was charred black by the lightning strike, making it impossible to tell whether the black blood on its body was from the charred remains of the lightning.
The base commander pursed his thin lips, glanced at the little zombie, and began to open the envelope in his hand. The cold aura emanating from him proved that the base commander was very angry.
Inside the envelope was a piece of paper with messy handwriting, showing that the writer was very casual.
After reading it only once, the base commander's face remained expressionless. Purple lightning instantly surged from his hand, piercing through the envelope and letter together, turning them into charred carbon.
The writing on it was no longer legible.
The base commander, his face cold, no longer held back; purple lightning, like a dragon, roamed freely among the zombie horde.
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