The rest of the people were eaten and dragged away by the zombies, leaving trails on the ground, and my eyes followed those trails in the direction of the waiting hall.

Looking at it, I found that there was something wrong with these drag marks, they were clean and straight, didn't the person who was dragged away struggle?

Even if someone falls into a coma, not all of them are unconscious, and a large living person who is dragged away by a monster will definitely writhe and struggle, and these drag marks show that no one was struggling at that time.

Unless they drag away all the dead, this is possible, zombies even eat their own kind, and it is not uncommon for zombies to eat dead people.

I watched these details just to learn more about the situation here, so as not to make the same mistake as last time and be chased all over the yard by monsters.

Chunjiang East Railway Station is built in a new district in the east of Chunjiang City, which is not small in scale, but the surrounding area is very desolate, and there is still a long way to go to the center of Chunjiang.

The strange thing is that there are no zombies in the station, and I walked around the station, but I didn't see a single zombie, and I didn't see a single skeleton.

Anything extraordinary can make me nervous now, and who would have thought that being a zombie would have to be scared, especially when half of the fright comes from my own kind.

I stubbornly walked towards the center of Chunjiang City, even if there was a sea of swords and fires in front of me, in order to find the whereabouts of my parents, I had to break through.

The closer you get to the city center, the more zombies there are, and I am relieved to see so many zombies roaming the streets and alleys of the city, they have neither become monsters that devour their own kind, nor besiege their prey, as if they have lost their guiding souls and wander around in a daze.

If there are survivors here, the only place that may haunt is a place with food and medicine, and a supermarket is undoubtedly the best option, with food and water, and plenty of space to live.

But things went more smoothly than I expected, and before I reached the business district, I saw a wisp of green smoke, and the smoke came from the roof of a building, and the location should be in the center of the business district.

I don't know if the zombies will make a fire, but they certainly can't write, and when I saw three big letters for help written on the banner hanging from the roof of the building, I immediately had the momentum to rush forward.

The thought of someone trapped on the top of the building urged me to quicken my pace, turn around a street corner, and see that the building was near, only to be held in the muzzle of a black hole in my head.

The other party's movements were very fast, so fast that I only felt a flower in front of me, and there was a cold touch on my forehead, whether it was too late to retreat or escape, I stayed in place, and looked at the person in a daze.

"It's you!"

I spoke at the same time as the man, but he was calm, I was almost scared, and when I saw him, my shoulder ached faintly, and the wound was only a few days later, and I actually hit him again.

"I'm here to save people...... my voice has taken on a crying tone, this time I can't fly.

"Put it on." He didn't say whether he believed it or not, and unloaded his backpack with one hand and threw it on the ground.

"Let me carry a backpack?" My brain was a little short-circuited, but it seemed that he wasn't ready to kill me for the time being, and I was slightly relieved.

"Put the contents of your bag on." He explained.

I obediently opened my backpack, which contained a flashlight, rope and other items, as well as a strange set of clothes, and he said, "Put the small one on first." ”

I shook off the strange set of clothes, and out of it came a small contradiction, like dentures, similar to the kind worn by boxers during competitions, and I don't know if anyone had used this thing, I picked up the dentures in disgust, and looked at him, he nodded my head with the muzzle of the gun, and I quickly stuffed the dentures into my mouth, and the size was just right.

He motioned for me to continue, and I picked up the suit, which I had seen on TV, for the mentally ill, and for the violent.

"Sir, you don't need this, do you?" I really don't want to wear this thing, I can't even get my balance around my arms, what if a monster attacks me?

He stared at me coldly, it seemed that there was no room for negotiation, I put on my clothes, he fixed the outer strap, I was like a big dumpling, just waiting for the pot to steam.

When he was 'armed', his muzzle moved from my head to my neck, and he put his hand on the back of my neck and told me to move forward, aiming at the building where someone was calling for help.

"Sir, you're here to save people too? How many survivors are there left? Do you know where the survivors of Ganghwa City have moved? "Dentures don't stop me from asking questions.

All my problems were blocked by him with silence, and he treated me like this, fearing that he would treat me as an enemy, or that he would have to abide by the rules of secrecy.

Communication is understandable, his silence did not discourage me from opening up, since the survivors could not be asked, I chose the most ordinary question:

"Sir, what's your last name?"

How do you know such an ordinary question, but in exchange for the pain of flesh and skin, under the painful lesson of a gun butt in the back of the head, I obediently shut my mouth.