C68 A Terrifying Walking Dead King

"We've arrived!" Ming Ying was now alarmingly close to Building 104, but the nearer he drew, the more his heart pounded with dread. A heavy feeling settled in his chest.

Suddenly, Ming Ying's ears perked up, and his face contorted in horror. The unmistakable roars of the walking dead echoed from his home, and it wasn't just one—there were several.

Panic gripped Ming Ying