Nima was running for his life, the Zombies excitedly in pursuit. If he couldn't quickly find a temporary haven to escape this chase and just kept running, his fate would be easily predictable.
Come on, competing with Zombies in endurance? Even the best long-distance runners in the world would eventually collapse from exhaustion.
At this moment, Nima was beyond frustrated. He regretted his stupid decision earlier. How could he have been so impulsive to abandon a four-wheeled vehicle and choose to escape on foot?
If it weren't for his quick reflexes and timely escape earlier, he would've long been surrounded by those beasts as their afternoon snack.
The Zombies' wheezing breaths were like whips, lashing continuously at Nima's already freezing naked body.
