Qi Xiaoshuai, free from the constraints of traffic rules, slammed the gas pedal to the floor and raced down the straight road to West Camp Village. He made it in just over five minutes, with most of the time wasted on the bumpy sections.
The remnants of past life's atmosphere still lingered in the village. Ma Changshou had left in such a hurry with his people that some items, which should have been taken, were scattered at the village's entrance road, recording the tension of the time.
Out of nowhere, two zombies shuffled slowly along the village road. A cold wind blew, stirring dust that slapped against the zombies, making the whole scene appear extremely desolate and eerie.
"Damn, back in the day, this could apply for the Guinness World Record as the world's scariest village!"
