Wasteland.
A sedan was parked by the side of the road.
Qiuyue stood in front of the car, looking at the desolate surroundings enveloped by a sandstorm.
Lonely and deserted.
She had serious doubts about her own situation, as she had not been infected with the zombie virus up to now, and she was still alive, not even knowing what impact the Lucky Cell had on her body.
As far as she knew,
The Lucky Cell would devour the normal cells in her body.
Therefore, without the injection of the zombie virus, she would ultimately die, but now, she was safe, only her body had changed.
She lifted up her shirt, and green veins emerged on the surface of her skin, intertwining in a web-like pattern.
She knew that she was different from humans.
The Lucky Cell was transforming her body, pushing her towards becoming a monster, and she had no regrets. She only hoped that her existence in the future could bring some value to humanity's fight against the zombies in this apocalyptic world.
