In the terrifying Zombie Village, the central courtyard was filled with the scent of chicken.
This smell, you could only identify as the scent of chicken.
As for whether it was delicious or not, you couldn't tell.
In the post-apocalyptic world, just having food was good enough; whether it tasted good or not didn't matter anymore.
In the courtyard, Zhang Yiming lay motionless on a deck chair.
His eyes quietly gazed at the sky.
The drizzle had ceased, and the sun peeked out, its scorching rays shining into the courtyard.
After the rain, a long rainbow hung in the sky.
A forlorn aura surrounded Zhang Yiming.
No one knew how much he longed to become human, nor how much he envied Leng Yebai.
Clearly, Leng Yebai embodied everything he disliked, yet he still had to feed and house him.
"So sad, like blue mushrooms."
"Xiao Ming, would you like a bowl?" Fan Liping handed a bowl of chicken to Zhang Yiming.
He had chopped up two extra chickens today, enough to eat.
