Chapter 851: A Mistaken Notion
In a narrow alley, a youth with a terrified expression was frantically sprinting forward.
Several zombies followed closely behind, their crazed red eyes fixed on their prey, emitting incomprehensible snarls from their mouths.
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die yet!”
The youth was dressed in dirty clothes, his hair messily plastered to his face, and his expression filled with despair and fear.
He continuously knocked over the parked electric scooters, but this did little to deter the zombies.
Even the blood-stained bag tightly clenched in his hand was thrown behind him, causing a packet of dry rations to spill out, only to be crushed into crumbs by a zombie’s foot.
“Help! Someone help me! I don’t want to be eaten, I really don’t…”
Tears streamed down the youth’s face, and just then, his foot gave way, causing him to stumble and crash heavily to the ground.
Yet he ignored the pain, desperately screaming as he tried to get back up, crawling and stumbling in his panic.