Eastern Yi Continent.
A village shrouded in gray mist.
The entire village is deathly silent.
Occasionally, there are sounds of bodies shifting, accompanied by the grinding sound of teeth chewing.
Zombies walking the streets leave behind bones stripped clean and continue moving forward in small groups.
They are searching for possible survivors.
In a certain house, a mother and her daughter are hiding under the bed.
The mother covers her daughter's mouth with one hand, holding her close with the other.
The chewing sounds came from just outside their house.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
The soft scraping sound of footsteps dragging on the ground is clearly audible.
Fear is evident in the eyes of both mother and daughter; as the sound draws nearer, they instinctively hold their breath.
The footsteps fade, indicating that whoever it was had left their home.
Before they could even breathe a sigh of relief,
creak—creak—
