As he reached the targeted range.
There were already many zombies around, a group that groaned with no clear purpose, staggering aimlessly about; among them were Evolutionary Zombies and the repulsive Mutated Zombies.
Lin Fan frowned, puzzled by such an environment. Could there really be survivors living here?
If one wanted to go out to gather resources, they would have to face a great number of zombies.
In his view, this was not the optimal location to choose.
"Hehe."
"Hehe."
The ferocious zombies noticed his figure and, like mad dogs, began to run toward him from afar. There were many of them, packed densely together— at a glance, there were at least a couple of thousand.
This was not a city, nor a suburb, but rather a service area on the highway.
The only place where survivors could take refuge was inside a four-story restaurant.
