Two hours later.
The heavy truck, stained with black blood, emerged from the town once again.
Captain Zhu drove with a calm expression, having changed into clean, fresh clothes.
The bite wound on his arm, inflicted by Xiao Song, quickly healed after absorbing a crystal core.
Inside the heavy truck, only Captain Zhu appeared clean; everywhere else was covered in black blood.
The scorching weather caused the black blood to emit a stench, which wafted far away.
Captain Zhu took a deep breath, not smelling the stench, only the scent of flesh that drove him mad.
He touched the corner of his mouth, savoring the recent experience.
Despite an endless hunger, he could not eat any more; his stomach slightly bulged, suggesting a full meal.
While consuming flesh, zombies could never be satiated, never feeling full.
Captain Zhu, having tasted flesh, lost all reservations, unable to control himself.
He felt no disgust at devouring flesh but found it irresistible.
