Uncle Hammer heard Wang Zixuan's words, turned off the engine, got up, and prepared to get out of the car.
"Uncle Hammer, are you really getting out?" a survivor asked.
"Of course, coming here means choosing to trust them, so what's the point of hesitating now? Get out of the car quickly."
As soon as he got out of the car, Uncle Hammer immediately observed Wang Zixuan.
Indeed, it was a zombie.
But the way this one dressed and behaved was something he had never seen before.
In his impression,
zombies were all dirty, but this zombie before him was neatly dressed, and its face was very clean, except that occasionally a sticky liquid would trickle down, but that was it.
"Come inside with me."
Wang Zixuan turned and walked inward.
Uncle Hammer followed closely behind.
The other survivors did the same, following behind him. Unlike Uncle Hammer, they were still somewhat scared. Since the apocalypse began, they hadn't ventured into the city.
