Chapter 202 - Mimic zombie
The sky had deepened into a bruised purple, the clouds lit faintly by the last flickers of sunlight. Every hour that passed brought them closer to midnight—closer to the promised bombing that would level the city into dust.
Yunfeng and the others moved cautiously through the skeleton of the city, avoiding the main roads, ducking into alleyways, hugging the shadows. Each step was slow and deliberate. Each breath was a silent prayer.
The tire tracks at the mall—deep, hasty, and still fresh—were their only lead. They stretched across cracked pavement and past burnt-out cars, all pointing in one direction: the city barricade.
Yunfeng walked at the front, his weapon drawn but his eyes constantly scanning the horizon for any signs—of movement, of danger... of him.
He kept thinking of Muchen. His smile, his voice. The way his hands had always felt too warm, the way his heartbeat would race after a kiss. He’s heading out. He’s trying to survive, Yunfeng reminded himself again and again, clinging to it like a lifeline.
Behind him, Grandpa Kailun wheezed quietly, but the old man never once asked to rest.
They passed through an abandoned pharmacy. Yunfeng found a nearly-empty water bottle and an old hair tie that looked like one Hana used to wear. He pocketed it without a word.
The zombies were few, distracted by distant noises or feeding on corpses in the alleys. But even so, every shuffle of boots, every creak of metal, every gust of wind made their hearts hammer in fear.
It took hours. Every block they crossed drained them more.
But Yunfeng didn’t care. His legs were sore, his eyes dry from lack of blinking—but he would crawl to the barricade if he had to.
On the other side of the city, Muchen and the others were already racing toward the same destination.