Chapter 15: The Plan Changes

Xiao Guang once thought of himself as an unstoppable superhuman in the apocalypse, recklessly driving his truck at full speed despite the frenzied pursuit of zombies. He had indeed played such games, but in reality, he could only slow the vehicle down.

After leaving the manor, he hit two zombies. He expected to feel exhilarated, but looking at the blood smeared across the windshield, Xiao Guang pressed the brake and fell into silence for a long while before finally laughing bitterly.

“It seems I still can’t treat zombies as anything less than human. How great it would be if your blood were green.”

Morality is self-restraint; desire is self-indulgence. Xiao Guang glanced at Pei Zhuyun, who stared ahead without any reaction.

He got out to wipe the windshield and exchanged a glance with Pei Zhuyun inside the truck. She simply sat obediently, showing no response to the fact that he had run over—or rather, killed—two zombies. Her red eyes barely moved, and this calmness eased some of Xiao Guang’s guilt.

The journey was smooth. Unlike the movies, these zombies didn’t swarm at the sound of the truck. They wandered quietly by the roadside, sometimes standing still to watch the truck pass.

This puzzled Xiao Guang. It seemed these beings retained some semblance of consciousness. He even saw a mother clutching her child tightly, as if afraid the child would run off and get hit.

“What exactly are you now?” he asked Pei Zhuyun, but naturally, she gave no response.

As he drove toward the long-awaited shopping mall, the number of zombies by the roadside increased, and Xiao Guang began to notice some clues.

Normally, after three months without food or water, humans wouldn’t survive. So from his perspective, these were all zombies.

Xiao Guang roughly categorized the zombies into two types: one that wandered or stayed in one place, wearing relatively intact clothes, with a desire to bite but shy away when frightened. The other type reeked of stench, with eyes completely gray-white, often barely clothed, with damaged limbs—like a fractured arm held on by just skin, or a deep gash on a thigh with flesh turned outward.

The latter chased vehicles and emitted terrifying, meaningless sounds. Xiao Guang felt no guilt running them over.

What puzzled him was that these two types coexisted peacefully. Occasionally, when they met, they sniffed each other, almost as if distinguishing by scent. Could it be that the completely frenzied zombies saw the less frenzied ones as kin?

Xiao Guang resolved to test Pei Zhuyun’s sense of smell. Could she detect odors invisible to him? Was this a regression of zombie humanity or an evolution awakening a special ability?

Humans’ noses are inferior to pigs’ and dogs’, and cats react many times faster than humans. Xiao Guang increasingly felt this world had become absurd. He watched a zombie fiddling with a vending machine by the roadside, pressing buttons with a speed so fast it almost left afterimages.

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