With training and previous zombie-killing experience, Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan's movements have become much more skillful. Whether in power or accuracy, they've greatly improved.
With four or five hits, the zombie's skull collapsed, its arms twitching before lying lifelessly on the ground.
"Wow!"
Zheng Xinyu gagged as expected, patting her chest and gulping down saliva, muttering, "Good thing I didn't eat, good thing I didn't eat..."
"Morning exercise, of course, you want to do it before breakfast!"
Zhang Su didn't act, he stood on the stairs all the while. Seeing the zombie taken down, he walked over and squatted to collect gear.
"Brother Su, let me do it."
Zhong Xiaoshan volunteered, skillfully squatting to rummage through the zombie's pocket, soon finding a broken-screen phone, a bunch of keys, half a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter on the male zombie.
"These are the only useful things." Zhong Xiaoshan handed the items to Zhang Su.
