Chapter 700: Hunting Ground
The moment those words were spoken, many of the others silently nodded in agreement.
Just then... Scratch... scratch...
A horrifying screeching sound suddenly echoed from outside the door, as though sharp claws were dragging themselves against metal.
Everyone instinctively looked toward the entrance with unreadable expressions.
Soon, the heavy door slowly creaked open.
A zombie staggered inside.
Its body looked horrifyingly patched together, with rotten flesh crudely stitched across different areas.
If Jeff had been present there, he would have recognized the zombie immediately. It was Patrick.
The very same zombie connected to him.
Patrick’s lifeless eyes remained dull as he slowly approached the table carrying trays filled with food.
Watching him obediently serve them like a slave caused Tammy to suddenly let out a mocking laugh.
"See?" Tammy sneered while resting her chin against her hand lazily. "Humans are naturally destined to remain beneath us."