“Only two shells left?”
Opening the barrel of the shotgun, Tang Cheng found there were still two rounds remaining. The weapon didn’t seem very useful, given that zombies wouldn’t attack him—but it might come in handy against the people who wanted to harm him.
“After all, I look just like a zombie now!”
He helplessly touched the rotting patch of flesh on the left side of his face. As long as that was there, he was a zombie—one that ate people. No different from the ones staggering before him.
“Urghhh… aaaghhhh…”
The two prisoners who’d just been bitten had already risen from the floor, now turned into zombies. They groaned as they aimlessly bumped into the corner of the wall.
“Huh? They turned right after being bitten?”
Staring at the pair, Tang Cheng couldn’t help but think of himself.
“That’s weird. Why didn’t I turn like them?”
“It’s already been a week since I was bitten… Why haven’t I changed?”
“Could it be… that I’ve really mutated?”
He couldn’t understand what was going on. He had also been bitten by a zombie, and yet he still retained his human consciousness.
Then Tang Cheng noticed something else—the moment the two prisoners transformed, the surrounding zombies began to slowly disperse, wandering away in different directions.
“They don’t eat their own kind?”
He thought back to his own situation. “If that’s the case, then I must be seen as one of them too.”
To prevent the horde from rushing toward the steakhouse where survivors still might be hiding, Tang Cheng walked into the elevator hallway and fired a shot at one of the zombies. The moment the gunshot rang out, the horde came pouring back into the corridor.
So, sound could attract their attention after all.
The zombie that had been shot by Tang Cheng with the shotgun was still aimlessly wandering around, unaffected. Even after being attacked, it paid no attention to him whatsoever!
“I fired a shot right at you, and you’re still ignoring me? Seriously…”
Should he be happy about that, or not?
He started walking back toward the steakhouse. The survivors were probably still inside—but with his current zombie-like appearance, how was he supposed to face them?
Inside the steakhouse, a girl who looked like a student was crouched in a corner, sobbing in fear as she clutched at her torn clothes.
Four or five other men and women were also huddled against the wall, trembling. They didn’t dare leave the restaurant. They knew the entire building was crawling with zombies—going outside meant certain death.
“Um… hello…” Tang Cheng awkwardly pushed open the door to the steakhouse and greeted the people inside.
It felt strange. They were humans, and he was… technically a zombie. There was an odd sense of being a different species.
“Ahhh! No! Please, let me go!” the girl in the corner screamed in terror as soon as she heard his voice, thinking those prisoners had returned.
“Don’t be afraid. Those two prisoners were bitten to death by zombies…” Tang Cheng said, feeling a bit embarrassed. Weirdly enough, he even felt a little guilty. After all, when it came to zombies, wasn’t he one of them now?
“Bitten by zombies?”
Upon hearing the prisoners were dead, the group looked up, their eyes lighting up with a hint of hope—only to immediately panic again when they saw the young man’s rotting left cheek.
“Ahhh! Help! A zombie got in!”
“A zombie!”
“Run!”
In an instant, everyone inside the restaurant took Tang Cheng for a flesh-eating zombie.