Daybreak has come.
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The quiet village was empty, devoid of any people.
At the entrance of a small courtyard in the center, a regular zombie wearing a blue dress stood.
The dress on its body had become somewhat tattered.
The decaying flesh on its face was more pronounced, and its expression had become even more wooden and vacant.
The only thing that set it apart from the typical zombie was its tall figure, making it slightly more attractive than other Low Level zombies after transforming.
Fan Tangtang was still sitting in the courtyard solving math problems.
Grandpa Fan's zombie, with stiff fingers, was struggling to bend them, holding an umbrella with its decaying hand.
The umbrella leaned towards Fan Tangtang.
Because Grandpa Fan's zombie didn't have the flexibility of a human body, the slight breeze caused the umbrella to tilt this way and that.
There was no difference between holding the umbrella and not holding it.
