Su Changxing didn't know if those people had noticed him, but he quickened his pace and ran forward. The streets were filled with zombies, and once humans got close, the zombies would swarm them. Even if the others saw him, they certainly wouldn't be able to catch up.
This was an advantage of being a zombie.
...
"The backpack is on that person!" A pretty woman with short burgundy hair immediately spotted Su Changxing, mainly because the silver machete on his back was too conspicuous.
"That's not a human, it's a zombie!"
Then she realized that it was a zombie, a zombie dressed like a human. After all, she had never seen a zombie carrying a machete on its back like that—it was too odd.
"Where?"
The middle-aged man next to her looked towards the dense area of zombies.
"The zombie holding its head with both hands!" The woman with burgundy hair pointed in Su Changxing's direction and repeated, but when they looked again, Su Changxing's figure had already disappeared on the street.
