If the tension level on the Vanguard First Team's vehicle was sixty percent, then the tension level on the car of Vanguard Corps Third Team's captain, Zhang Xin, skyrocketed to eighty percent.
"It's over, it's over, something's going to happen!"
Zhang Xin gripped the steering wheel tightly, frantically driving north.
"What do you mean, Brother Zhang?"
A sturdy man in the back seat asked, confusedly.
"Zhou Le just reported that there's a zombie horde to the north, and the leader immediately ordered everyone to stand by. Damn it, they're preparing for a fight!"
Zhang Xin said frustratedly.
In the early days of the disaster, he was fierce and combative, running rampant with a group in the neighborhood, but it was all for survival. Once survival was assured, he longed for peace...
"Brother Zhang, uh... hurry up and respond, we're the only ones left who haven't spoken!"
