As the helicopter made a few turns around F University, presumably to search for their corpses, Zhao Bolin had already driven the sedan out of the highway and entered the suburbs.
Thick forestation interspersed with residential complexes, and aside from a few zombies lingering around, the area was pitifully desolate. Ever since Lu Yizhou went berserk for the first time, the hunting pace of the zombies had increased and forced normal humans out of the safety of their houses. They had all either been bitten by zombies or rescued by the army and brought to the basecamp. As such, the road in front of them was extremely smooth and clear.
Lu Yizhou peeled his eyes open and asked in a lethargic voice. "Where are you taking us?" Hell, he was supposed to be a zombie, yet he still felt nauseous when he thought of the adventurous drift his lover had attempted. Next time, he would not let his lover drive again. Ever!
