Yellow Dragon Town, already abandoned, now looked even more desolate after the previous bloody purification.
Gulu-lu～
Chen Tao's stomach kept growling, as the food in the warehouse has now been completely consumed.
The small piece of chocolate he had five hours ago was already his last ration.
Since the outbreak of the zombie crisis, he had managed to survive for half a year with the remaining food in the inn, but now there was absolutely no food left.
Chen Tao wheezed heavily as he looked at himself in the mirror, his face now sallow and emaciated, dark circles around his eyes, lips chapped and pale.
He glanced at the paper calendar on the wall; it had been almost six months since the outbreak began.
During the first month, he could still eat some filling meals with the warehouse's leftover food, originally thinking the crisis would end soon, or at least the government would send rescue.
