C65 Pretending to be Weak

The moonlight bathed the outskirts' hillside in a soft glow, a sight Wang Mengyan hadn't seen in far too long. As she cooked, she gazed at the moon, recalling the last time she looked up, only to see a haze. Now, with over half the population turned into zombies, only a fortunate few survivors remained.

Maybe the apocalypse was a form of purification