Zombies’ Change

In an instant, the pristine clouds were replaced by the cloudy traditional dust, spider-like cracks crept onto the smooth walls, and the wooden door began to wither away.

The animation style changed drastically.

The comfort behind his back was the same, but he was on the "other side."

It was his room in the apocalypse.

He sat up on the bed and scanned the clean bedsheets as a smile emerged on his face.

There was not the slightest dust. Although he didn't know if it was Yao Yao or Sun Jiao, someone cleaned the place up every day.

He picked up the PK200 resting against the wall, and as if reunited with an old friend, he motioned a few positions with it. The only thing dusty in the room was this rifle. He picked up a towel to wipe it clean before he threw it into the storage dimension.

When he pushed open the door, he tiptoed from the corner of the wall. Then he quietly walked to Sun Jiao room to give the person he hasn't seen for a while a surprise kiss.