"Are there any survivors here willing to reason with Hua Mi?"
To their pain and despair, every word Hua Mi said seemed to dance on their last nerve.
They had injured knees, and walking was hard—how could they be expected to kill zombies?
The real question was, did they even dare to try killing zombies anymore?
Someone said through gritted teeth,
"I've never been bitten by a zombie, nor touched by one, so why can't I return to Xiang City?"
Hua Mi looked down at him with an attitude full of condescendence,
"Who knows? Should I just take your word for it that you've never been bitten or scratched?"
She didn't believe them and didn't want to strip each survivor bare to scrutinize every inch of their skin.
Once she said they couldn't return to Xiang City, that was final. There was just too much pointless talk.
Hua Mi planted her long knife into the snow,
