Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

...the next day.

At dawn, a bright red sun rose as expected, slowly ascending from the eastern horizon.

Looking out from the camp, Atlanta still appears as a skyline of skyscrapers, resembling a magnificent painting under the glow of the sunrise.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, no one appreciates it now.

Because while the warm sunshine can dispel the morning chill and fog, it cannot dispel the coldness and gloom that shroud people's hearts.

"Morgan..."

"I don't know if you're still there? I don't know if you can hear me..."

"Perhaps you are listening right now, I hope so..."

"I found other people, my family, unbelievable, right..."

"My wife and son are still alive, and I wanted to tell you that..."

"There's another thing you need to know: Atlanta isn't what we think it is, not what they promised it to be, that city..."

"Don't enter the city; it's overrun by zombies..."

“We have a camp a few miles to the northwest, on a large abandoned quarry that you can see on the map. Hopefully you can find us…”

"But you must be careful. Last night, zombies came out of the woods and attacked us. We suffered heavy casualties..."

"Be careful, Morgan. Take good care of your son. I'll contact you again tomorrow morning."

As agreed with Morgan, Rick turned on the walkie-talkie at sunrise and contacted him through a specific channel.

"...Shh...shh..."

There was still no response from the walkie-talkie, only a hissing sound of static.

After waiting for a while, Rick had no choice but to temporarily turn off the walkie-talkie.

……

In the camp, Daryl was dealing with the last few corpses. He raised his pickaxe and brought it down on the bodies on the ground...

With a snap, the pickaxe pierced the corpse's skull, splattering bright red blood everywhere...

Daryl had repeated this mechanical action countless times, and his mind was already numb to it.

Just as he was preparing to deal with the next corpse...

"I'll do it, after all, he's my husband..."

Carol suddenly walked over and said to him.

"..."

Daryl glanced at her with considerable surprise.

He still remembered Carol somewhat; she was a weak woman who seemed to be frequently abused by her husband.

However, Daryl hesitated only slightly before handing the pickaxe to Carol and stepping back a few paces to give her space to use her skills.

"..."

Carol took the pickaxe and looked at her husband's gruesome corpse with a sorrowful expression.

During a search of the camp last night, Edward was also found dead in his tent.

Moreover, the manner of the death was extremely gruesome; the body was almost gnawed down to the skeleton, and the entire abdomen, including the internal organs, was hollowed out by the zombies.

She raised the pickaxe and then brought it down heavily...

With a crack, his head exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Woooooooo..."

Carol pulled the pickaxe out of her skull with all her might, then continued to swing it while crying.

She didn't stop until she had personally smashed her husband's head to pieces.

"..."

Daryl, standing behind, watched with twitching eyes, and unconsciously took two steps back.

The ruthlessness this woman displayed made him feel a little scared.

Actually, the reason Carol cried was not because she had deep feelings for her husband, but because when Edward was alive, despite all his shortcomings, he was still the support for her and her daughter.

Now that she no longer has to compromise for her daughter's sake, she can finally vent all the grievances she has suffered over the years.

"..."

After venting her frustrations, Carol looked at her 'masterpiece' and became confused again.

Who will they, mother and daughter, rely on in the future?

......

"Now I finally know why I dug that hole..."

On the other side, Jim suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was familiar. He looked around the camp and finally remembered the dream he had before.

"What......"

Jacques looked up in surprise, but seeing the bloodstains on his clothes, he immediately asked warily:

Are you bleeding?

"Stains from the corpse..."

"That's blood. Were you bitten?"

"No, I was grazed during the attack..."

"You've been bitten..."

Jacqueline didn't believe Jim's explanation at all, and demanded in a serious tone:

"let me see!"

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Jim pleaded, "..."

Please don't tell anyone...

"He was bitten by a zombie!"

Ignoring Jim's pleas, Jacques immediately shouted anxiously and backed away from him.

Her shout immediately drew everyone's attention, and they quickly gathered around.

"Let's go, let's go take a look..."

Li Ailun put down the dragging corpse in his hands and said to Susan.

Their original plan was to go to the CDC today, but given the current state of the camp, they couldn't just leave, so they stayed to help.

……

"I'm fine..."

Seeing the crowd closing in on him, Jim still wanted to say a few more words in his defense.

"Let us see..."

"Don't be nervous, Jim..."

"Grab him..."

Everyone was talking at once, and their attitudes were all different.

People who are emotionally agitated already see him as a monstrous threat, acting as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"I'm fine..."

Seeing that the Dixon brothers were holding weapons, Jim began to feel scared. He suddenly grabbed a shovel from the ground, hoping to use it to protect himself.

"Jim, put that thing down!"

Upon seeing this, Sean immediately shouted a reprimand.

Just then, T-boy took advantage of his unpreparedness and suddenly rushed up from behind to subdue him. Daryl also seized the opportunity to rush up and lift up his clothes to take a look.

Sure enough, the bite mark on Jim's left rib was still bleeding, clearly a wound left by a walker.

"..."

Upon seeing this, everyone fell silent.

Jim seemed somewhat distraught, repeatedly muttering, "I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Everyone's mood turned somber; this was the last thing they wanted to see.

However, since the matter has already happened, we must find a way to resolve it, no matter how unwilling we are.

After some reassurance, Jim finally calmed down, and then everyone started discussing how to handle the situation.

Jim sat far away in the shadows of the RV, nervously watching everyone's discussion and awaiting his fate.

……

"If you ask me, I'd just give him a good whack on the head..."

Daryl said somewhat impatiently when he saw that they had been discussing for a long time without reaching a conclusion.

“I agree, it would be more merciful to him.”

Mohr naturally shared the same thoughts as his younger brother.

"If it were you, would you want to do the same?"

Sean looked at them and said.

"Of course, we will thank you."

"I didn't expect to say that either, maybe they're right..."

Even the easygoing Dale spoke up, surprisingly agreeing with the Dixon brothers' proposal.

“Jim isn’t a monster or a rabid dog, Dale. He’s sick, he’s a patient…”

Rick, of course, disagreed. He said in a deep voice:

“This matter was out of control from the start. Where are our boundaries?”

"The boundaries are clear: the existence of zombies is absolutely unacceptable, and even quasi-zombies are not allowed..."

Daryl said.

"Wait, what if we can help him?"

At this moment, Amy suddenly spoke up. She looked around at everyone and said:

Why don't we all go to the CDC together?

......