The man saw his daughter crying so heartbreakingly and immediately held her even tighter. He was becoming weaker and weaker and could hardly stand. Helpless, he had no choice but to hold his daughter and sit back in the car, frantically wiping the crystal-clear tears from her face and weakly comforting her, "Huanhuan, don’t cry, Daddy’s fine."
The girl stared at him with big eyes, and seeing that his lips had already lost their color, she began to cry even harder, "Daddy’s lying! Daddy must be sick, boo hoo hoo, Huanhuan doesn’t want Daddy to be sick! Daddy, can you please not be sick? Let Huanhuan be sick for Daddy!"
At her words, the man’s heart suddenly ached. He held his daughter tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head, feeling her small, soft body, his eyes gradually becoming wet. Since his wife died, he hadn’t cried, but now he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
In such an apocalypse, it was incredibly difficult for Ordinary People to survive! Once infected with the Zombie Virus, it usually meant a slim chance of survival!
When he turned to get into the car, the others saw the large and fierce wounds on his back and fell silent. No one caused a fuss anymore, and those who could move began to find tools to dig holes by the roadside and bury the dead.
They couldn’t just watch as the bodies of the deceased were left to decay in the wilderness, and there was no alternative but to do this.
Fang Yuxin and Bai Ye had already dug out all the Crystal Cores, and when they saw the others burying the bodies, they walked over with furrowed brows. The others, seeing them, involuntarily halted, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and respect.
In the Safe Zone where they lived, superpower users held a high status. These two were extremely powerful, clearly superpower users. Although they had saved people, the others, thinking of the haughty superpower users they had encountered before, worried that Fang Yuxin and Bai Ye might be short-tempered and feared inadvertently offending them.
However, it was the middle-aged woman who took the initiative to speak, "If you have anything to say, please just say it."
Fang Yuxin glanced at her. This woman was of average height and no longer young, with very rough skin, looking in her fifties, like someone accustomed to hard labor. It was evident that she was actually not bad-looking, only that she had not cared for herself properly, and her face was etched with the marks of hardship. To Fang Yuxin’s surprise, despite being infected with the Zombie Virus, the woman’s gaze was relatively serene, her eyes devoid of obvious resentment, though full of despair and sorrow.
This made Fang Yuxin look at her with a degree of respect; most people infected with the Zombie Virus would despair and harbor resentment. The difference lay in the intensity of the hatred; some wished everyone else would die as they were, while some were less intense, resenting the injustice of fate, and were mostly unwilling to die without a fight.
Fang Yuxin explained, "These bodies must be burned. Even if buried, they will later attract zombies or mutated creatures."
She didn’t say anything more, but everyone present understood her implication. If they didn’t want the bones of their loved ones to be desecrated by zombies or mutated creatures, it was best to burn them.
The previously mentioned young man immediately tensed, on the verge of rebutting, but was firmly held back by the middle-aged woman beside him. Then she said, "If that’s the case, please help us burn these two bodies." She pointed to the bodies of her brother and sister-in-law, as for the rest, she could not dictate that.
The young man beside her wanted to object upon hearing this but was once again suppressed by her, and she leaned toward him, whispering, "Don’t be foolish! Do you want your parents’ bodies to be desecrated by those monsters?"
The young man clenched his fists tight, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth, "I will kill all those monsters someday!"
The middle-aged woman sighed and simply said, "I don’t expect you to achieve great things, but remember, you must always be grateful for the life-saving grace and not act recklessly!"
The young man nodded almost imperceptibly. He understood that now, all he had left was this aunt. Whatever she said, it was all for his benefit.
Thinking this, the young man wanted to say something to the middle-aged woman, but as he looked up, he saw a ferocious gash on the woman’s arm, the skin and flesh turned inside out, with blackened, dirty blood oozing out. It was an incredibly disturbing sight.
He couldn’t help but exclaim, "Aunt! Are you hurt? When did this happen?" After speaking, his face turned deathly pale. His parents had just perished, and now his only remaining aunt was infected with the Zombie Virus. What could he do? What was he supposed to do?