C159 Spraying!
Zhang Ning stood in line with two zombies, each positioned on the same straight path. Once he had them aligned, he flashed a slight smile and exaggeratedly clapped his hands in front of him.
The sound of the claps quickly radiated outward from him, echoing in all directions.
A secondary infected being in jeans, not far off, picked up on the noise of Zhang Ning's applause