Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

...the next morning.

Rick slept soundly until he woke up naturally; he hadn't slept so peacefully in a long time.

Turning his head, Rick realized the person beside him was gone. He couldn't help but take a deep sniff of the pillow, and his nostrils were immediately filled with the scent of his wife Lori's hair. Only then did he realize that he wasn't dreaming.

Just as I was about to check the time on my watch, I looked up and saw neatly folded clothes on the bedside table.

When he got dressed and went out of the tent, he saw that everyone in the camp was already up and busy with their own things.

The people in the camp greeted Rick warmly when they saw him.

Everyone knew about his deeds in helping several people escape from the city, so the people in the camp admired this new policeman.

Carol was ironing clothes on an ironing board when she saw him approaching and greeted him first.

"morning."

"morning."

"The clothes aren't dry yet, but they'll be dry soon if the sun comes out."

Did you wash my clothes too?

Rick had just casually agreed, but when he saw that there were his clothes among the clothes she was ironing, he asked with some surprise.

"Well, we do our best."

Carol put down the iron and said, somewhat embarrassed:

"Washing on a washboard doesn't get it as clean as washing in the old washing machine at home."

"You're so kind, thank you."

Rick looked at her and nodded, thanking her.

......

"Keep going, take it all down..."

Just then, Glenn's disgruntled voice came over.

Rick went over to take a look and found that the red sports car they had driven there yesterday had been dismantled by Dale, Morales, and the others.

"...Look at them, disgusting vultures."

Glenn complained to Rick that this sports car was something they had risked their lives to get.

"The generator needs fuel, otherwise the car won't start... I'm sorry, Glenn."

Dale patted Glenn's arm with a smile, but the apology seemed insincere.

Then he took what he had gotten from the car and walked away contentedly.

"..."

Glenn could only watch as the sports car was dismantled and reduced to wrecked pieces, and he complained with a disgruntled expression:

"I thought it could keep rising for a few more days."

"...maybe one day I can steal another one."

Seeing this, Rick could only offer him a word of comfort.

Rick then found Lori hanging out the laundry, and the couple chatted casually for a few minutes.

"......What's wrong?"

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, Lori asked.

"I was wondering..."

Rick looked at his wife, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"The one who was left behind..."

Lori's smile faded, and she looked up at Rick, confirming his serious expression. She immediately felt a little unhappy.

"Are you serious?"

Just then, Sean drove back with drinking water, temporarily interrupting their conversation. Rick turned around and greeted him.

Are you asking for my opinion or informing me?

Lori asked again.

"...I'd like to ask for your opinion."

Rick turned back and looked at her.

"I think you're crazy. I think this is incredibly stupid."

Rick is always like this; in the name of justice, he often makes decisions that he cannot accept on his own.

Lori understood Rick's personality and guessed his plans, but she couldn't understand them at all.

"..."

Rick was still thinking about how to persuade his wife.

Suddenly, a child's terrified scream came from the woods, and the people in the camp immediately tensed up.

Without a second thought, the women dropped what they were doing and ran into the woods, calling out their children's names. The men grabbed their weapons and rushed into the woods as well...

It turned out that a lone zombie had wandered into the vicinity of the camp. Fortunately, the zombie was feasting on a dead deer carcass.

The children were just frightened and rushed into their mothers' arms.

The men, armed with weapons, cautiously surrounded the zombies, intending to take the opportunity to kill them.

As soon as the group approached, the walking corpse was startled by the presence of living people. The venison in its hand suddenly lost its appeal, and it turned to pounce on them...

"Ho...ho..."

Rick was closest to the walker, so he went up and hit it with his stick, making the walker stagger. Sean also stepped forward and smashed the walker hard with the butt of his gun.

Then the others joined in, quickly knocking the zombie to the ground and brandishing their weapons, striking it repeatedly.

puff......

Dale seized the opportunity and swung his axe, decapitating the zombie.

With its head and body separated, the zombie finally stopped reacting completely.

The group looked at the zombie's corpse, feeling puzzled. How could a zombie appear here, so far from the city? Could it have been lured here by that deer?

"This is the first time I've met them here. They've never come this far up the mountain before."

Dell said.

"...There was no food left in the city, so they ran up the mountain."

Jim speculated.

This is not good news for them, as it means the camp's location will no longer be safe.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the dense bushes again.

They immediately tensed up again, gripping their weapons tightly and looking warily in the direction of the sound...

But a man carrying a crossbow emerged from behind the large rock; it was Daryl, who had returned from hunting.

He was taken aback when he saw that everyone looked so ready for battle.

".....Holy crap."

Sean lowered his gun after recognizing the person, muttering a complaint under his breath.

They found out the person who came wasn't a zombie; it was just a false alarm.

Everyone then put down their weapons and felt much more at ease, realizing that this zombie was just an exception.

"You son of a bitch..."

Daryl then saw that the deer carcass had been corrupted by the damned walkers and couldn't help but curse.

"That's the deer I hunted."

He walked over in a fit of rage and kicked the zombie's corpse several times, venting his anger while muttering curses under his breath...

"..."

Rick had already guessed who the newcomer was; he was undoubtedly another unruly troublemaker.

"Forget it, child, this won't help..."

Dell kindly offered a word of advice.

"You know nothing, you old codger."

Daryl was instantly enraged upon hearing this. He stormed over but was stopped by Sean, and could only yell at Dale:

"Go back to your 'Golden Pond' wearing that stupid hat..."

This was prey that he had hunted alone in the wild, enduring wind and rain, and had worked hard for a whole day and night to catch. Now all his efforts had been in vain, and he was still talking so lightly about it.

"I chased this deer all the way here, hoping to bring it back to camp and serve everyone some venison..."

Daryl walked back to the deer carcass and retrieved the crossbow bolts one by one. Seeing that their hard-won prey was being wasted, he gestured to the wound on the carcass where the walker had bitten them, then looked up and asked the others:

"What do you guys think? How about cutting off the bitten part?"

"I'm not going to take that risk."

Sean immediately refused.

"..."

Everyone present remained silent, clearly unwilling to try.

After all, so far, all people know is that being bitten by a zombie can cause infection, and nobody knows if there are any other ways to get infected.

It would be too much of a waste to risk contracting the zombie virus just for a bite of venison.

"...That's a complete waste."

Daryl looked at the deer carcass with regret, then showed off his other hunted finds to everyone, proudly boasting:

"I hunted some squirrels, about ten of them. Are these edible...?"

"Click...click..."

At this moment, the severed zombie head began to move again, its two rows of teeth clenching together in a clicking sound because it couldn't make a sound.

"Oh my god..."

Amy felt a little scared, so she quickly left with her sister Andrea.

"Are you guys kidding me...?"

Seeing this, Daryl raised his crossbow and fired another arrow into the head of the teeth-grinding zombie, reminding it as he spoke:

"It has to hit the head."

"Don't you even understand this?"

Daryl stepped on a head, retracted the crossbow bolt, and taunted the group.

Then he ignored them and walked straight towards the camp...

"..."

Rick narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the unkempt young man pass by, and a slight heaviness settled in his heart.

......