A regular zombie was wandering aimlessly around.
Suddenly, it dashed in one direction, its grotesquely twisted body making a creaking sound as it ran.
On a deserted hillside, its decaying flesh was scratched several times by tree branches, leaving some broken pieces behind.
The zombie, its face full of rotten flesh, felt nothing and didn't pause for an instant.
Finally, it almost rolled and crawled to the middle of the slope.
The decaying face looked down below.
In front of it was a winding mountain road, and several green heavy trucks were speeding towards this direction.
Upon seeing the heavy trucks, the rotting eyes showed no hesitation, and it rolled down like a stone.
Its rotting body got scratched all over by stones and branches on the hillside, leaving a trail of black blood.
The black blood spilled onto the lush green vegetation, causing a momentary wilting.
Bang bang bang!
