On the desolate street, a zombie was wandering aimlessly.
He grinned slightly, a trace of saliva hanging on his lips, and a pair of red eyes showed a terrifying cold glint.
Not far ahead of him was an abandoned small supermarket. The glass door was splattered with brown bloodstains, and through the open door, one could vaguely see the crooked shelves inside and some scattered food items around.
Behind the supermarket door, there was a middle-aged male zombie slowly moving. Judging by his attire, he should have been a supermarket staff member.
This zombie slowly approached the supermarket, and after passing by the middle-aged male zombie, he suddenly pulled out a bone-cutting knife from his pocket, turned around, and forcefully chopped off the other's neck.
Blood splattered, and the headless body immediately fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, this peculiarly acting zombie immediately grabbed a shopping bag from behind the counter and quickly began gathering food inside the supermarket...
“Huh…I’m so tired…”
In a dim residential room, Ling Mo, who was sweating profusely, was looking at a bag full of food and various daily necessities in his hand with satisfaction.
In front of him, sat the zombie that entered the small supermarket. However, this zombie's gaze towards Ling Mo did not carry any malice, it even seemed somewhat vacant.
“I have made a lot of progress compared to the past few days, and now I can finally control it more flexibly.”
Ling Mo shifted his gaze to the zombie, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Half a month ago, the emergence of a new virus turned this world into a brutal slaughterhouse in an instant.
Countless humans turned into zombies... or more accurately, they became crazed monsters devoid of self-awareness, driven only by a desire to kill after being infected by the virus...
The survivors who managed to stay alive had to hide like rats in the corners of the city to survive.
However, Ling Mo, who was just an ordinary person, discovered after the apocalypse that he could actually control zombies.
He could feel a faint connection between himself and the zombies, with the empty-headed zombies in his mind acting like thoughtless puppets, into which he could inject his thoughts to control their actions.
But the initial attempts were very difficult; the zombies often suddenly broke free from his control, putting him in life-threatening situations several times.
With more attempts, Ling Mo finally grasped some tricks that not only allowed him to maintain control over the zombies but also to make them move around to help him gather food and essential supplies.
However, the distance between them could not be too far, which frustrated Ling Mo.
He felt like a zombie puppeteer now, but the strings in his hands were not long enough, and his control techniques were not yet proficient.
However, being able to survive more safely using zombies made Ling Mo very satisfied with this ability. He called the zombies he controlled his "zombie puppet."
While controlling the zombie puppet, Ling Mo also vaguely felt that while he was controlling the other party, a violent feeling was also affecting him.
Whether this influence was good or bad, he couldn't quite tell at the moment...
These days, Ling Mo has also gained some understanding of the habits of zombies. Unlike typical zombies, these zombies were not undead but infected living humans.
Although they were still alive, mentally they had become complete monsters. They attacked uninfected survivors, tearing into their flesh, and their strength was astonishingly greater than that of ordinary people.
That virus had completely destroyed their rationality, dominated their thoughts, and turned them into executioners driven by pure bloodlust.
To Ling Mo, these zombies were even more terrifying than the ones he had seen in games or movies because they retained their five senses. Whether it was sound or smell, it would attract their attention.
"The sun is setting soon, let's head back for today."
This residential room was not safe; it was just a temporary place where Ling Mo stayed while controlling the zombie puppet.
After stuffing all the items collected today into his backpack, Ling Mo shook his slightly throbbing head and stood up, controlling the zombie puppet to stand up.
Looking closely at the zombie puppet standing in front of him face to face, Ling Mo still felt somewhat strange.
Although it doesn’t smell as rotten as in the movie, the zombies still have a strong smell of blood. The virus infection made his face pale and bloodless, his eyes glowed red, and through his slightly open mouth, he could still see the red meat stains on his teeth.
Without a doubt, this must be the residue left from previous human meals...
This zombie's appearance was not bad; he looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but his current appearance made him seem like a demon.
"Let's go……"
Ling Mo suppressed his nausea and controlled the zombie puppet to go downstairs.
Although the zombie puppet cleared the way, it didn't mean he was safe. Ling Mo held a sharp bone-cutting knife in his hand, carefully following behind the zombie puppet.
To get to his temporary residence from here, he needed to cross a main street. When he came in the morning, Ling Mo had found some firecrackers and created some noise in the opposite direction, attracting most of the zombies on the street over there. Even so, there were still some zombies roaming the streets.
After safely reaching the intersection, Ling Mo found trouble.
Two zombies were blocking the intersection, covered in fresh bloodstains, one of them was even holding half an arm, gnawing on it.
In this provincial city with a population of tens of millions, survivors die every day in search of food, and it is not uncommon for people to die.
But seeing the remains of the arm, Ling Mo still felt a little sad. It was precisely because of this ability that he had the capital to live better, and he couldn't afford to become a meal for these monsters due to a moment of carelessness.
Carefully controlling the zombie puppet to approach them, Ling Mo raised the bone-cutting knife when getting close to one of them.
As a sound drew the attention of the other zombie, Ling Mo suddenly rushed behind him, stabbing it in the back of the head with his knife.
The two zombies almost died simultaneously. After forcefully pulling out the knife, Ling Mo kicked down the body in front of him.
Whenever he had the opportunity to act, Ling Mo wouldn't miss it. While controlling the zombie puppet was useful, he also needed to have the ability to protect himself.
Moreover, Ling Mo vaguely felt that when he killed the zombies, the violent feeling in his body was faintly at work. The moment he pulled out the knife, he even felt a faint sense of pleasure.
"The virus shouldn't spread through mental contact... If it does, I would have mutated long ago... If it's not the virus's influence, then what is it..."
Ling Mo was very concerned about these subtle changes, but for now, he had no clue.
However, being able to cleanly and efficiently kill zombies, and with his techniques becoming more proficient, was a good thing for Ling Mo.
Before the apocalypse, he was just an ordinary person. The first time he killed a zombie was not only thrilling but also left him feeling a sense of fear afterward, even making his mind a bit muddled.
But to survive, his combat abilities had to improve.
And in Ling Mo's heart, there is always one person in his mind. The reason for improving his proficiency in mastering zombies so quickly and collecting as many supplies as possible was to pass through that area and search for her...