"Zhou An, one can't be too humble, especially in a world like this, or else you'll die without a trace."
Ma Xuekai squatted by the window, looking at the horde of zombies below, a cigarette between his fingers, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he spoke.
Zhou An stood beside Ma Xuekai, and said, "Are you really okay? You were unconscious all night yesterday, I thought you weren't going to make it."
Ma Xuekai's eyes were rimmed with white, his pupils darkened, and he said faintly, "Almost died, but now I'm fine... I feel great now."
When he woke up, he discovered that his body had undergone a tremendous change and he had gained special abilities.
Zhou An looked at his phone and continued, "I just got in touch with Huang Biao, he's willing to take us in, and they're not too far from our location."
Ma Xuekai closed his eyes to feel the cool morning breeze, smelling the scent of blood and decay in it, and said, "Sorry, I might not go with you."
