The zombies wandering in the dark were stirred up by the explosion and rushed onto the viaduct at an unimaginable speed, but only had time to hit a wisp of gunpowder smoke.
The howls of the zombies on the bridge made it even more deserted under the bridge.
The Beetle, which had just experienced a moment of life and death, stopped quietly in the middle of the path, blowing the night wind and thinking about the life of the car.
"Ding---"
Crisp beeps sound thoughtfully.
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