A thin figure, standing on the periphery of Shelter No. 7, behind a barbed wire fence, holding a small white rabbit in his hand, cut off the rabbit's head with a knife, and dripped blood on the iron fence.

A few zombies smelled the blood, roared and walked over, squeezing their rotten faces against the iron net and licking them with their tongues.

Even if the flesh on their faces is rubbed off, revealing white bones, it doesn't seem to be able to stop their intense thirst for flesh.

Roar!!!

A zombie for food

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