Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

"Dad, I've taken care of this bastard. I'm going to beat him to death."

Dwayne gripped the shovel tightly, feeling both fear and excitement.

He hadn't expected to run into a stupid, clueless zombie; it seemed he was going to get his first kill today.

After Morgan dealt with the wandering zombies on the street, he rushed over in a hurry.

"Did he say something? I think I heard him say something?"

Morgan saw that the man lying on the ground in front of him was wearing a hospital gown and bandages, and was bleeding from his nose.

He cautiously reached out and pushed his son away, making sure he was a little further away from this man of unknown origin.

"He called me Carl."

"Child, you know they don't speak."

Morgan breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had been terrified by his son's reckless actions, so much so that he hadn't considered whether the gunshot would attract more zombies and had decisively fired and rushed over.

"Sir, why are you wearing bandages?"

Morgan looked at Rick warily and asked:

"What......"

Rick felt a splitting headache and was somewhat unable to process the other person's question.

"What injury did you suffer? Answer me quickly, damn it."

Morgan, however, felt that the other party was not cooperating, so he raised his pistol and pointed it at his head.

"..."

Rick felt that there were several layers of figures in front of him.

Morgan was in a hurry to leave; if it weren't for the fact that it was his son who hit the person, he would have taken his son with him and left.

He switched to holding the gun with one hand, pressing down on the hammer with his finger to cock it, and gave a fierce warning:

"What injury did you suffer? Tell me now, or I'll kill you."

"..."

Rick stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, his head spinning, and finally his eyes rolled back as he passed out.

......

When Rick woke up again, he found himself firmly tied to the bed.

He rolled his eyes, surveying the room's layout, and noticed the Black boy holding a baseball bat staring at him nervously.

"We changed your bandages; they were filthy."

Seeing that he was awake, Morgan carefully washed his hands and turned to ask:

"What kind of injury is that?"

"Gun wound."

Rick replied.

"Gunshot wound?"

Morgan picked up a rag and wiped his hands, then continued to press:

"Is there anything else?"

"Isn't a gunshot wound terrible enough?"

Rick couldn't understand why the other person kept dwelling on his injury, so he couldn't help but retort sarcastically.

It's a disgrace that a policeman like him was captured by a "murderer" and relentlessly interrogated.

Morgan went to the bedside and warned him:

"Listen carefully, I'll ask you a question, you answer it. Do you know the rules?"

"..."

"Were you bitten?"

Morgan leaned down and stared intently into his eyes as he asked.

"......bite?"

"Bite... or scratched... anything like that."

"No... I was shot. As far as I know, it's just a gunshot wound."

Rick answered truthfully.

Morgan, still not reassured, reached out to touch his head.

Rick was confused and instinctively turned his head to avoid it.

"Let me measure it."

Morgan touched his forehead, then turned to his son, who looked anxious by the bedside, and said:

"It feels much cooler."

"If you had a fever, you would be dead by now."

After calming down, Morgan turned to him and said.

"I don't think I have a fever."

"You're just lucky."

Morgan said, pulling a folding knife from his pocket, holding the sharp blade against Rick's face, and staring into his eyes, warning him sternly:

"Take a good look at how sharp this knife is. If you do anything stupid, I'll kill you with this. I mean what I say."

Seeing that Rick understood his meaning, Morgan cut the ropes binding Rick's hands and feet one by one.

"Get out of bed once you can move."

Morgan put away his folding knife and then left the room with Dwayne.

......

Rick rested on the bed for a while before leaving the room wrapped in a blanket.

Morgan and Dwayne were preparing food when they saw him come out. They stopped what they were doing and looked at him warily, their eyes full of distrust.

"This is the home of Frey and Cindy Drake."

Rick walked into the living room and looked at the familiar decor.

"Never seen it before."

Morgan said.

“I’ve been here before; this is their home.”

Rick said, making it clear that he and his son were not the owners of this place.

"There will be no one there when we get there."

Morgan explained.

Rick looked around and saw that all the windows in the house were sealed up. He walked over and was about to open a window to let in some fresh air.

"Don't touch it, they'll be attracted to the light."

Morgan stopped Rick from doing this, and seeing Rick looking at him with a puzzled expression, he explained:

“There were more of them than usual, and I really shouldn’t have fired.”

Morgan turned and walked back to the dining table to continue preparing dinner, saying with considerable distress:

"The gunshots attracted them all, and now they're everywhere. How stupid of them to use guns."

Rick walked over and looked at him, not understanding why he could talk about everything so casually, when he had personally witnessed this man shoot someone during the day.

"Everything happened so fast, I didn't even think about it."

Morgan pulled out a chair and sat down, still speaking to himself.

"You killed someone today!"

Rick finally couldn't hold back and spoke his mind.

"......people?"

Morgan shrugged at this, as if he had heard a joke.

"That's not a human being."

"I'm sitting at the dining table," Dwayne said.

“You shot him, right there on the street, at the door, there was someone.”

Rick emphasized, his tone laced with anger, that as a police officer, he was outraged by this behavior.

"Looks like you'll need to wear glasses; that's a zombie."

Sit down, don't fall.

Morgan said without speaking, then gestured for him to sit down and scooped another portion of food into the plate in front of him:

"Here, eat."

Rick didn't understand what he meant, but seeing the food, he suddenly felt hungry and temporarily forgot his intention to confront him. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and was about to start eating.

"Dad... pray."

Dwayne suddenly spoke up, reminding them that this was a family tradition, and that when their mother was alive, she had always been the one in charge.

"Oh yes."

Morgan reached out and shook hands with his son, then turned to look at Rick.

Rick looked displeased; the Grimes family didn't have this custom.

But seeing Dwayne reach out and look at him expectantly, he reluctantly reached out his hand, and the three of them joined hands.

Although Morgan was reciting the prayer, he didn't close his eyes. Instead, he stared intently at Rick, who seemed unfazed by the prayer, clearly still wary of him.

After finishing their prayers, the three began to eat, each taking care of the food on their plates.

"Sir, do you even know what's happening outside?"

Morgan saw Rick eating his food without paying attention to himself, and he finally couldn't help but ask.

The man in front of me seemed completely unaware of the outside world and had no defenses against strangers.

"I just woke up today, I was in the hospital, then I went home, that's all..."

Rick looked up and answered truthfully, "There's nothing to hide."

"But you don't know about those dead people, do you?"

Morgan then realized why he had acted as if he knew nothing.

"No, I saw a lot, everywhere in the loading and unloading area, and on the trucks..."

Rick recalled the scene he had witnessed when he left the hospital.

"No, no, no, not those who died, but those who are still walking."

Morgan shook his head, seeing that he still didn't understand the situation, and continued:

"Walking corpses, like the one I shot and took down today."

Because he wants to tear you apart, to eat you, or at least take a piece of flesh from you.

"..."

Rick stared at him, completely bewildered, with a lot of questions swirling in his mind.

"If this is the first time you've heard of this, I know it must sound very..."

Are they all on the street outside?

"Yes, sometimes they're more active at night, perhaps because of the lower temperature..."

Morgan nodded in agreement, then began to regret his impulsive behavior during the day, saying:

"Damn it, I guess it's because I had the gun during the day that caused this trouble, but as long as we keep quiet, we'll be safe. They should all be gone by morning."

"listen."

Morgan rested his hands on the table and looked at Rick earnestly, saying:

"I'll just say one thing: don't get bitten. We saw your bandages back then, that's why we were scared."

One bite could kill you, and the fire could burn you to ashes.

But after a little while, you came back to life.

Rick looked at Morgan in disbelief.

"I've seen it with my own eyes..."

Dwayne, who was standing to the side, also spoke up.

Rick looked up at Dwayne and saw a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"All right."

Morgan reached out and patted his son's arm, giving him a reassuring smile.

Rick secretly observed the two men, and based on his years of experience as a police officer, he was certain that he did not find any signs that the father and son were lying.

Therefore, what they said should be true.

[A walking dead man, a zombie?]

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