The escort vehicle moved steadily under Wang Zhongyu's skilled driving.
Setting aside those slightly faster "runners," the vehicle always kept a teasing distance with the zombies behind.
It's like dating: too close scares them away, too far makes them give up. Only distance can create beauty.
Wang Zhongyu handled this perfectly, guiding the zombies forward flawlessly.
Yet, what seemed easy was actually quite difficult.
Especially the collective roars of zombies would be enough to creep anyone out.
Li Guo, lacking combat experience, was among those affected.
Even inside the thickly plated escort vehicle, he felt little sense of safety.
His stiff body seemed paralyzed, seated like a statue.
"Hey, Old Lin, we're on the move, repeat, on the move. Over!"
Seeing Li Guo trembling, Wei Dazhuang knew the young man was frightened.
With disdain in his heart, he said nothing, grabbing the radio and reporting to Old Lin.
