Early in the morning, as the sky started to brighten, the sound of an engine pierced the peacefulness. A cash delivery truck, heavily armed to the point of almost being airtight, tore through the cold, foggy air.
The zombies were like birds nestled on tree branches, suddenly jolted awake at the scent of fresh prey and eagerly chasing the cash truck.
Su Junxin stood in the cleared vehicle cabin, his left hand gripping the handle, his right hand holding a grenade. His gaze was fixed through the wire mesh welded onto the window, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"There are more and more of them..."
"Su, there's a mid-level zombie at your nine o'clock!"
Before the voice fell, an explosion boomed.
Su Junxin had the pin of the grenade clenched between his teeth; his dark eyes lit up by the explosive firelight. K happened to see this scene, and his gaze froze on it.