The Image In Her Head

As Lin Wenwen and her people arrived at the base, she realized that her memory about the attack became unclear when she relived the time that the attack happened. Before, it was very real, but over time, it became more and more blurry.

She was confused. She didn't know if she had really experienced that or if that was just her illusion or a dream.

Near the zombie wall, a figure was standing in the middle of the road, waiting for them to pass. The zombie crowd had already moved to both sides of the road and cleared the way for them.

It was the zombie old man wearing a black, traditional Chinese styled robe, which had cloud patterns on it. His white hair were neatly brushed, hands held behind his body and back hunched slightly.

Under his glasses were a pair of purely dark eyes that had silver pupils. If it weren't for those eyes, one would think that he was a real old man.