"Old Zhao was hit and killed by a truck, and I was forcibly taken onboard by the truck driver. Oh, only later did I find out that the driver was the director of this factory. To call him my savior wouldn't be far off. If it weren't for him, I probably would have... heh heh."
Lin Junfu shook his head with a silly smile, his smile layered with myriad emotions.
"After that, we sped all the way, witnessing sporadically several incidents of monsters gnawing on human flesh along the way. At the time, because of Old Zhao and Old Zhang's affairs, I was completely bewildered and didn't think much of anything else. But now that I think back, it's fortunate that my mind was foggy back then. Otherwise, getting off the car impulsively to rescue would have led to being killed and assimilated by zombies, a matter of time."
