Given that zombie corpses would quickly decompose, especially in enclosed spaces, Jiang Wu ordered them to throw all the zombie corpses downstairs overnight.
Knowing that this place would become their safe haven, Fatty Sun and his men worked especially hard.
At midnight, Jiang Wu took Bai Feiming into her bedroom on the sixth floor, while Su Ziyu moved into Bai Feiming's parents' room.
As for the nanny, Wang Xi, she could only stay in the nanny's room on the first floor.
The villa has excellent soundproofing, so Bai Feiming was quite loud this time.
Jiang Wu also went crazy.
For two consecutive days, nine people worked together to clean up the zombie corpses.
Even the frail Su Ziyu volunteered to help with this task.
It was the height of summer, with temperatures at least 37 degrees Celsius, and the stench emanating from the zombie corpses was extremely strong.
Sun Pangzi and his friends could only spray perfume all over their masks, then put on several layers, and find some diving goggles in the changing room near the swimming pool to wear.
Even so, Fatty Sun and his companions were still nauseated by the stench.
Jiang Wu, Bai Feiming, and Su Ziyu don't have this worry.
The three full-face gas masks were of very good quality and effectively blocked out the stench of the corpse.
On the afternoon of August 24, eight huge flames rose slowly within the resort.
The nine people from the entire villa stood in front of the largest pile of firelight.
They all had complicated expressions.
According to statistics, there were more than 720 zombie corpses and more than 160 human skeletons.
The resort had nearly 900 people, including staff and tourists, but only 5 survived.
Such data weighed heavily on everyone's minds.
It has only been a little over a month since the disaster broke out. If other places also have a survival rate of only 0.5%, then the chances are even lower.
Of the nearly 100 million people in the entire Hunan province, only about 500,000 remain.
These 500,000 people also have to deal with the threat of constantly evolving zombies every day, hiding like rats.
Jiang Wu recalled that among the 720-plus zombies, there were 43 M-type evolved zombies, 19 T-type zombies, and one M2-type zombie.
I feel quite melancholy.
How can ordinary people deal with these evolved zombies?
Moreover, this evolution rate will most likely continue to increase in the future.
Being human is so tough.
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