"Not surprising."
Uncle Liu shook his head expressionlessly.
Being chased by a horde of zombies isn't strange. What's strange is being chased by a horde of zombies every day!
Uncle Liu suspected that Old Wang might have stirred up a zombie nest!
Luckily, these two uncles are very fortunate; if it were ordinary people, they would have already been screaming together!
This is probably what they call tough luck!
Old Liu didn't believe in this saying before, but later he did.
People like them, who can still live after being chased all over by zombies, definitely have the destiny of a lone star of calamity!
"By the way, do you know where the nearest gas station is?"
Uncle Liu frowned as he looked at the pitch-black garbage truck.
Without gasoline, they can't move. With Old Wang's zombie-attracting physique, they need to be ready to flee at any time; having no gasoline is dangerous.
