"What are you looking at?"
Ogamoto Reiyi wasn't in a good mood; he had always felt a bit averse to this place. Now, a zombie foreigner suddenly appeared in front of him, which really annoyed him.
The foreign zombie still tilted its head, with a viscous, disgusting liquid flowing down the corner of its mouth, letting out a low 'huh-huh' sound as it faced him.
"Get lost."
With a slap, there was no way an ordinary zombie could withstand it; its head parted from its neck and rolled on the ground.
Ogamoto Reiyi didn't even look as he headed forward.
Before long.
He stopped his steps and looked at a lone building not far away, with human-made defensive barriers around it, meant to fend off zombies.
"Really lousy fortifications, at most they just deceive those mindless ordinary zombies."
Ogamoto Reiyi complained, sniffing his nose, catching a faint scent of blood. Although it was very thin, to him, even a faint scent of blood was so obvious.
