For safety, the windows of the white car were covered with a layer of newspaper.
Captain Zhu sat quietly in the back seat, his figure obscured by the newspaper, with an ominous and terrifying expression in his eyes.
Like a beast ready to hunt, his patience was at its peak at this moment.
Captain Zhu glanced at the decorations inside the car, and his gloomy gaze fell on a photograph.
It was a family portrait of a happy family of three.
The pretty little girl looked to be only six or seven years old, and the parents appeared young, likely born in the '80s.
Once considered the most fortunate generation, they now created a world for their child.
Looking at the photograph, the bloodthirsty desire in Captain Zhu's eyes became increasingly evident.
As a zombie, he didn't feel warmth, just a stronger wish for the family of three to return.
To comfort his empty stomach.
The inner conflict against his bloodthirst contrasted with the rampant bloodlust impulse in his mind.
