Walking alone in the safety zone, the howling wind seemed to have become a little more violent because of his loneliness.
The dark clouds rumbled and dispersed. In the end, they were carried far away by the strong wind, revealing the pale white sky.
There was no sunlight, no gloominess.
However, the dazzling white light was blinding his eyes.
Sorrow was a powerful force that prevented Tang Ling from feeling the cold, the distance, and even the passage of time.
Maybe a long time had passed, or maybe it was just an instant.
Eventually, Tang Ling stood at the edge of the transit station.
Looking at the ruins around him, the sky did not change at all. The only difference was that the light was a little more blinding, but it did not turn dark at all.
The transit station that had just gone through a huge fire was still filled with green smoke. His nose was filled with the pungent smell of burnt flesh and blood, just like the night of the catastrophe.
Tang Ling's Adam's apple bobbed as he endured the tremendous pain and slowly walked forward.
The already muddy road was filled with broken debris and debris, making it extremely painful to walk on.
However, Tang Ling was not in the mood to feel any of it. His eyes were empty and lost, and his heart was numb.
It was as if some kind of force was pushing him forward, forcing him to ignore everything and focus on moving forward. Tang Ling even forgot how he got out of the Safety Sector. How did he get through the heavily guarded gate?
However, Tang Ling could not think at the moment. All he could remember was the moment his grandmother and sister were killed. Terrified and sad, he seemed to have grabbed onto the only comfort he could get as he walked to the spot where they were killed.
He would be able to meet them again!
Clatter! Clatter! The debris under Tang Ling's feet was exceptionally irritating in the dead silence.
However, before Tang Ling could go deeper into the transit station, the surroundings seemed to be responding to his footsteps as all sorts of small noises echoed.
Clatter!
Crack!
Bang!
Tang Ling stopped abruptly. His body instinctively arched as he instinctively shouted, "Who is it?"
As his voice echoed in the safety zone, Tang Ling's breath hastened. A clear and sober consciousness rose from the bottom of his heart and surged into his slightly dull and numb mind.
Why am I here? Why would I have such an inexplicable urge? It seemed reasonable and abrupt!
His memories along the way seemed to be full of deviations. It seemed to be coherent, but he couldn't recall the details. It was filled with a sense of incongruity and fragmentation.
Unfortunately, he no longer had the time to think.
As his voice fell, the world fell silent for less than a second. Then, as if there was an explosion, the hidden and fragmented sounds in the surroundings were no longer concealed and became earth-shattering noises.
Twisted figures wobbled up from the ground one after another. Further away from the ruins, a pair of charred, bloody arms pushed away the debris and growled heavily as it crawled out less than 10 meters away from Tang Ling.
"Uncle Zhang?" A familiar name popped up in Tang Ling's mind as it matched the figure in front of him.
He was killed by a Purple Moon Warrior, so did he wander all the way here?
Tang Ling's mind was reverberating with a numbing pain, but at that very moment, a gust of wind with a rotten stench blew past his face. Tang Ling quickly leaned back and dodged the gray claw that was aimed at his face.
With the speed of a wild beast and the stench of a rotten corpse, the cold gray eyes were filled with a frenzied desire to devour.
Is he Uncle Zhang? He's a zombie!
Any human body would turn into a zombie if it was not cremated in time.
It was the iron rule of the era that no one could break.
Looking at the layers of figures surrounding him, Tang Ling knew without a second thought that he had fallen into the zombies' encirclement.
Uncle Zhang's appearance was just the beginning of the symphony of death.
Tang Ling instantly fell into the abyss of despair, but he could no longer ponder over the strange scene.
His natural Precise Instinct allowed him to judge the situation at the first moment.
As he tumbled, he grabbed a sharp rock in his hand and used a broken pillar to stop his tumbling body.
Before he could even catch his breath, he flipped over and stood up against the pillar. Fresh blood and flesh were fatal to the zombies. After missing the first hit, the zombie pounced on him again.
Under such circumstances, all Tang Ling did was take a step to the left and turn around abruptly without a second thought.
The zombie happened to pounce on him at that moment, and Tang Ling dodged in time, causing it to miss its target. However, the huge inertia prevented it from stopping in time, so it crashed into the pillar.
Tang Ling also landed at the same time, and he landed precisely behind the zombie!
The zombie turned around and growled angrily. Its brain that had lost its ability to think was only angry out of instinct. How could a weak prey escape?
Tang Ling puckered his lips and instinctively grabbed the zombie's neck from behind.
The sharp rock was lifted up high as the zombie retracted its claw and tried to grab Tang Ling's arm.
If Tang Ling's arm was clawed off, there would only be one outcome: becoming a zombie as well.
Without giving Tang Ling any time to hesitate, the rock landed heavily on the back of the zombie's head and exploded into black blood.
The zombie's body froze before it went limp in Tang Ling's arm.
It was actually not that difficult. With the hard rock, smashing a zombie's head was no different from smashing a wild fruit.
It was a clean kill! However, Tang Ling was not happy about his agility, strength, or the fact that it was the first time he could match his Precise Instinct perfectly.
Even though there was a time when he wished that his body could keep up with his judgment, Tang Ling threw the rock away.
Pak! He tossed the stone away and showed a pained and strange smile on his face. The moment he smashed the stone, his eyes met the zombie's. Even though the gray and greedy eyes were unfamiliar, the face was familiar.
The pain spread quickly, and it was accompanied by a memory that sent Tang Ling into purgatory.
Uncle Zhang seemed to be standing in front of him, waving a sharp stick and stabbing it into the body of a sharp-toothed rabbit.
"You know what? The moment the sharp-toothed rabbit jumps up, its soft belly will be exposed. You have to be quick. "
He seemed to be smiling shyly as he quietly stuffed a small piece of dry food into his hand.
It was not a big piece, but it saved the lives of a family that had been starving for two days.
...
Tang Ling pursed his lips, but he did not shed any tears.
He quietly picked up a rusty iron pole that was used to support the tent from the ruins beside him.
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