An Li didn't sleep well throughout the night.
Nightmares came one after another.
The horror novels she read during the day now had visuals, weaving a bloody scene in her dreams.
She was struggling to escape amidst a pile of zombies.
It was as if she was the only living person left in the entire city.
Those unfeeling walking corpses closed in layer by layer, their eyeless sockets casting greedy glints.
She kept retreating until her back was against the wall.
There was a window two meters above her, but she didn't dare to turn around and climb.
If she turned around, that group of corpses would pounce and drag her down.
She was so anxious that she cried.
Just as those foul-smelling claws kept closing in on her, a sudden explosion sent blood and flesh flying in all directions, splattering her face.
As she wiped the filthy blood off her face, Wen Linyu descended like a deity before her eyes.
