All soldiers were at the ready with their guns, and the sniper peered through his high-powered scope. If there was a zombie, he would have shot it dead immediately.
"It's not a zombie, it's a living person,"
Even so, they dared not relax their vigilance, as nowadays, living people were often more dangerous than zombies.
Zombies were straightforward, displaying their intentions to bite very clearly—if they aimed to bite you, they definitely would, without hiding their intentions or pretending to be friendly and then sneaking an attack while you were off guard.
The sniper observed and hmm… something seemed off.
The sword carried by the survivor approaching from afar was not unusual in the post-apocalyptic world, but he recognized at a glance that the sword resembled Frost Mourning.
Before he joined the military, he too was an internet-addicted youth, sneaking out every night to spend all night online.
"That's not right."
