Big Camphor Tree Base.
Inner City.
Mountain Pond.
With a head emerging, a pair of hands followed.
Slowly, everyone could see what it was.
It was a zombie.
Roar!
The zombie roared at the surroundings in the muddy mire.
As it opened its mouth, the mud trickled from its head into its mouth.
Thus, the roar carried a greasy bubbling sound.
Dapao was just about to raise his gun to shoot the zombie when Third Uncle hurriedly stopped him.
"It's too late. If you fire, the whole base will wake up," Third Uncle said calmly.
Then he took out a crossbow and shot at the zombie.
Whoosh!
A sharp whistling sound pierced through the air.
It went straight for the zombie's head.
Thud!
The arrow pierced through the zombie's forehead and flew out the back of its head.
Plop!
The zombie instantly lost its strength, its head twitching while its upper body stood there.
Perhaps supported by the mud below, the zombie didn't fall, its lower body likely still in the mire.
