Morning came slowly, Zhang Su's bloodshot eyes were wide open. Good Fortune lay at his feet, having washed off in some puddle, the mud had disappeared, leaving its original fur color, albeit a bit puffed up, probably from shaking itself after washing.
"Brother Su, Chen Hanzhou hasn't turned into a zombie yet for so long, should be fine by now."
Zheng Xinyu lifted Zhang Su's arm to check the time; it was already past seven in the morning, more than two hours since the zombie attack. She recalled escaping with Qiu Shuo and Lu Yubo before; this was enough time for zombification.
"Cough, cough." Zhang Su cleared his dry throat, took a sip of water, and shook his head, "It's much longer than Qiu Shuo before, but we can't rule out individual differences, still need to observe."
