Only that kind of method has allowed survival all along.

No one had even the slightest bit of sympathy for him.

Just because his mother was a prostitute. No matter how well people know him, they all think he is beyond redemption, willingly choosing to fall into decadence.

His every struggle seemed feeble and pale, and in the end...he started to become numb.

One thing, when repeated too many times... the body remembers... it remembers how to protect itself and please others...

Yes... he... looks down on himself.

He hated this kind of life... but he had been struggling all along because he wanted to wait for a miracle.

Waiting for a miracle that could change his life.

However, now he wants to give up. When life is filled with endless pain, no amount of effort or compromises can accumulate even the slightest bit of strength... Does such a life continue to have meaning?

When Chen Yuye saw that figure rushing into the midst of the zombie horde, he immediately reached out his hand, wanting to tell him...

How dangerous are zombies.

But all he saw was the fluttering hem of his windbreaker and the cold gleam of his long knife.

The terrifying creature that claimed the lives of countless people appeared fragile and vulnerable in the presence of that dark figure.

He was like a cunning leopard, an elegant butterfly... Clearly just a black shadow, why could it be... so beautiful?

Chen Yuye stared fixedly at that figure, and a surge of warmth welled up in his eyes...

When his fingernails and molars were forcibly removed, he didn't cry. When he was shot in the thigh, he didn't cry... Ever since his mother left, he hasn't cried again.

However, at this moment, that clearly pitch-black shadow is extremely dazzling, causing his eyes to ache.

The terrifying monsters that could have taken the lives of everyone in the previous moment were now falling one by one before their eyes... This, isn't it a miracle?

When Black Shou Dao looked over, Chen Yuye's stolid face was already covered in tears.

He stared blankly into the darkness for a while before finally shouting loudly, "Please!"

Hei Huaitou found a large diamond ring on a severed limb. He bumped the ring into the space and then found a relatively clean piece of cloth at the scene to wipe the knife clean.

Black took a pistol out of the space, loaded it with eight bullets, and then threw the gun in front of him.

"Follow me." Hei said these words and then turned around and left.

Completely disregarding the fact that he had an injury on his leg and no clothes to wear.

Chen Yuyei hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the gun and, dragging his wounded leg, gritted his teeth tightly as he followed behind the black figure. A long trail of blood was left in his wake... it hurt a lot.

However, Chen Yuyes heart... was very clear.

This...is the miracle he has been waiting for.

This is it.

No matter what kind of emotions he had, if he was willing to take care of himself, he wanted to follow him.

In just that fleeting moment, he finally understood what had eluded him for all these years.

"To be bullied, to be trampled upon, to face death and fear... all because one is too weak."

Those people were too weak, which is why they were eaten by zombies. The zombies were too weak, which is why they were killed by this person. Mother was too weak, and she died by her own hands.

And it was also because I was too weak... that I couldn't climb out of this pit no matter what.

He wanted to become stronger... strong enough to... determine everything for himself.

Even if this leg is crippled or broken, it doesn't matter. He absolutely cannot lose sight... In his mind, there is only this one obsession. Despite his body being unable to bear it, he continues desperately chasing.

Until someone couldn't stand a fruit-like creature always being right behind them, they kindly drew their gun and dispatched a few zombies to let him scavenge clothes to wear on his own.